How the hell did we wind up like this?
At the end of stress, there is a calm. And in the calm, people seem almost ridiculously happy, because they know that the worst is over.
I am not ridiculously happy, I can claim to have been ridiculously drunk last night (and I’m still trying to work out what it says about my life that the first time I have been seriously offered drugs was at the age of 35).
The worst has happened.
The company I work for, which has been in some horrible turmoil due to contract issues, has had their contract cancelled.
So a great deal of the daily grief is gone.
Along with 95 people’s jobs.
We were told yesterday afternoon, and have not been permitted to remove our personal belongings. I was afraid that they wouldn’t let me take my laptop but that turned out to be ok.
Am I sorry that this job is over?
There were mistakes made on both sides, the Client and the company I work for. And when you’re an Adviser and they’re not interested in hearing your advice.. there is nothing more to be done.
Some of the guys I will miss: the Filipino welders, little men who I wish we had had 70 of. Muslim so they didn’t drink, and therefore they were always sober. Polite and cheerful and productive workers. The older English men with their thick burr. A Polish man whose brown eyes yesterday begged me to tell him the letter he brought for me to read was not true, that it was a cancerous growth he had to have removed … tomorrow.
A quick drive to the airport to see him off tonight.
I have started packing, an inordinate amount of yarn, the bulk Bernat #10 thread, sock yarn, cashmere, mohair. Patterns too. 4 large boxes, 3 paper sacks, 4 green bags, a lot of smaller bags.
Australia Post will love me!!!
Hugs to you all…. Things can only get better!!!!