Thursday 13 December 2007

Bright side?

redundant
• adjective 1 not or no longer needed or useful; superfluous. 2 chiefly Brit. made unemployed because one’s job is superfluous to requirements.
Last Friday this is what happened to me.

I was advised that even though I am fantastic at my job, intelligent, management material etc etc that there was no longer a position for me on the West Coast. One could say that this was a massive kick in the guts, and that no matter what was said to me, after those words were uttered it was nothing but cold comfort.

Everyone keeps saying to me that I should not take it personally, that it was nothing that I have done that it is purely down to money; however that does not make me feel any better. When you are told that you are no longer needed that your position is no longer viable or necessary to the company you feel, well how should I put this … … … … like shit.

The great cogs and mechanisms of business have chewed me up and spat me out right in the middle of a shitty little town that is possibly so miserable at the moment I don’t even want to get out of bed in the mornings.

So forgive me if I am not in the most festive of moods at the moment. I am currently in my “down” mood. I have gone through a few since I was told, there is the “resigned to my own fate” mood, the “angry” mood and at the moment the “depressed, life and god hates me” mood.

The hardest thing that I had to do was call my parents and tell them the news, because I didn’t want to disappoint them. Thankfully it was me that was crying on the phone and not them, they took it surprisingly well – however there was the “you should come back to Australia, now there are so many jobs here for you” which I am sure there are. The G-man and I would have no problems getting work back home – we have a plan don’t worry and we are working on it. It’s all a bit hush hush at the moment but it does include taking over the world so watch this space.

I suppose it isn’t all that bad, I now have ample time to pursue my singing career, enter on to the X-Factor or Big Brother become a Z-list star by doing absolutely nothing and walk around with a poodle in my over-sized Louis Vuitton handbag. Now that sounds like a brilliant plan don’t you think?

OR and I know it isn’t half as glamorous but, I could focus on renovating our apartment in order to move on to phase 2 of get the fuck out of here (oh did I say that out loud?).

The other shit thing about it is that I will no longer have access to the internet on such a regular basis, i.e all the time! I will have to venture to the library and pray to god that I don’t get busted looking at boobies which happen to always appear on Phishez blog or read about lurid antics on Steph’s blog. So if I don’t comment at much on your blog it isn’t because I don’t love them anymore, it is probably because the crazy librarian has banned me for looking at porn! I tell ya! It is a crazy mixed up world.

So seeing as it is nearly lunch … … no hang on it is lunch time, I better change out of my pyjamas and do something constructive.

See you later peeps!

6 comments:

eleanor bloom said...

Sounds to me like they may have actually done you a favour! Maybe you needed a boot in the arse to get on with more exciting things like you deserve!

Hope things do go astoundingly well for you in this new phase of your life. I'm sure your other half will be grateful to get away from that nutty boss of his! ...and the haggis!

redcap said...

How dare they?! Hrrmph. So you hated it - that was your prerogative! Settle back, take care of yourself, read, recover - then take over the world.

Danielle said...

What a shitty thing to have happen. Bastards. Though I am insanely jealous that you are going to be renovating. NB thinks I am very weird because I am "clucky for reno's". I know, very, very weird.

Make sure you wear one of those dodgy perve coats in the library when you are looking at boobs and stuff.

Me said...

Aw, snap. I do hope things pick up for you in the new year.

Star said...

Right before Christmas, what arses, management have no sense of compassion these days, who would do such a shitty thing like this right now.

You know what sounds like you need some well deserved pampering and relaxtion. Treat yourself, and hey things can only improve from here and you will find yourself with many great job opportunities.

Me said...

And a very Merry Christmas to you :)