Bummer!
Today I was presented with a letter informing me of “At Risk of Redundancy Notification”. Had a meeting with the boss, and things ain’t looking good for my future in my current job. Still, now should be a good time to re-focus my efforts and firm up some of the good links I’ve established amongst colleagues and partners. Anyway, I’ll start looking around, and make plans for a slightly different direction. Returning to freelance work and project consultancy is an option, but it would take time to set myself up again, and I can’t really be bothered chasing new business at the moment. Especially now everyone is feeling the squeeze, I suspect it would be a real uphill struggle… but maybe that sounds like I’m depressed and down, and perhaps I am. I suspect that the bottle of red wine, and 3 cans of Carling causing a thick head this morning could have something to do with my somewhat defeatist attitude though. Time for strong coffee and a self-administered kick up the ass!
The good news though is yesterday, I was invited out on a date! A what? Jesus, it’s been at least 10 years since I went on one of them… how do you do it again… is it meet at the pub, dinner, cinema/theatre/live gig or a different order? Do I pay? Does ’going Dutch’ show a modern approach to equality, or does such an approach indicate that I’m a tight-arsed bastard? If I offer to pay, does that immediately become a chauvenistic and patronising approach- will she be offended- or fall into my arms? Christ- what a head-fuck this is. However, she looks lovely, and the conversation we had lasted for ages, and was pretty inspiring with her showing real intelligence, and consideration for alternative points of view.
Although, this could all fade into insignificance- she might not turn up, and if she does, there’s a risk that I’ll be broke ’cause I’m soon to be made redundant.
Good day or bad day… you decide.
Now it’s time for coffee… lots.