Redundancy. Hideous word, hideous thing.
This is the first time, since I was 16, that I can consider myself to be ‘unemployed’. There were times during university when I wasn’t working, but I was at university and that was not surprising, and I worked during the holidays to make up for it. I don’t like being unemployed (surprise surprise), and I certainly don’t like having to go the job centre…I’m keeping my fingers crossed that I will have a job before I next have to go back there.
The main thing that I would say, is that I am eternally grateful that this has happened while the weather is so nice. If I had to go through this in the cold, rain and dark I think I would be a little puddle of miserableness. But, it is sunny! And therefore it’s more like being on holiday… and I’m working on the theory that I’m going to get a job very soon, so this probably IS my summer holiday.
Those of us from my office that have been effected have put in motion a plan that involves picnics, and museum visits (free!), sewing and knitting and trying to have at least one thing in the diary for each day. These are good plans and stop me being drowned in a see of job hunting.
So far, I’ve had a few good interview that I’m still waiting to here back from in the next few days. Here’s hoping!