well, I am at least. Singular. Still.
However, that's not what I am dwelling on today. Mercifully. Actually, today I thought I'd talk about what's happened at work. We just let a shedload of people go. Not just us though, the whole industry has, so if you are one of the unluckies, your chances of picking up another job pronto, and at whatever your salary level was, is slim. (I may just have elevated understatement to an art form there. Very proud.)
Unbelievably, I made the cut and am staying.
How am I rewarding the company? Blogging.
My contrary behaviour is now legendary. This fits neatly alongside the fact that whenever a serious relationship slips the leash, I immediately find engagement rings in windows incredibly attractive, each wedding dress shop is like a little heavy gravity pocket, pulling me in.
It is also somewhat confusing to me that people, when given the chance, do not take the money and run, but rather work out their notice. I suppose it is more confusing to me that they are allowed to. Fecks with the karma of those left behind. You're left to sit in the funk of your own survivor guilt with them acting as a mute daily reminder of your good fortune versus their not-so-good fortune.
I do feel sad for them, but really, when will I be allowed to say - out loud - that I am glad for me and that now we just have to stop wallowing and get on with it?
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