Redundancy at its finest

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I have been working at this un-named company for a year now. (I know that is such a long time!) It feels like only yesterday was my first day, where I would eat my lunch at my desk and be antisocial in general. On Friday I was made redundant. Literally everyone was made redundant. The company went kaput and got bought out by the biggest competitor.

My contract officially ended in January and I kept on talking to my Manager and HR about what was happening. I hadn’t had my months notice about them getting rid of me, hell, I hadn’t even been told they were keeping me on. For a month I was floating around in limbo. I was constantly sending emails, asking to have a meeting, anything to find out what was happening. I just kept on turning up every day. That was probably a mistake on my side. I should of just staged a revolution, stolen the computer and walked out.

It wasn’t until Friday when the whole company (40 odd people) were sat down in the big main office area for a big “talk”.The head of the company then proceeded to tell us that he had sold the company, he was retiring in 1 on his 3 mansions, and we were all jobless. Pretty much everyone was crying. I wasn’t. I sort of expected it. I felt so sorry for the people with mortgages, children and the ones who had been there 20 odd years.

I went and cleared my desk in record speed. I pretty much threw absolutely everything in the bin. It was actually quite fun. Tearing up paper throwing it around, not caring that I had left a yoghurt in the fridge to go mouldy. I emptied my snack drawer (I had a surprisingly large amount of food, two Tesco bag’s to be exact) and snuck down to the basement. Once I was in said basement, I may or may not have stolen a handful of USB’s and shoved them up my jumper sleeve.

Portuguese Dude (aka my partner in crime) was absolutely livid, he was tearing up paper like he was ripping off someone’s head. It was quite gruesome. He had one week to finish his apprenticeship (the same one as me, except I finished a month ago) and it was one week until payday. We had some talk from some fat redundancy lawyer who basically said you will only get paid a weeks worth of wages, if at all.

I then went into the main office and braved the possibility of infectious diseases and hugged some people I never thought I would. I admit I didn’t mind hugging my friends and it was slightly weird when Accounts dude embraced me but it wasn’t as bad as when the Head Dude of the company cornered me. I was planning my escape, laden down with three plants (one stolen from my little office, one I got around Christmas time and one gifted by the lovely Portuguese Sales Lady – not the horrible one), two bags of food, my backpack stuffed with stationary from the stationary cupboard, another plastic bag filled with CV’s and knitting patterns which I had been printing off since 9am that morning (free ink, why not?) and my sleeves filled with branded USB’s.  He got up close and wrapped his arms around me, after I tried ducking around him twice trying to get out of the door.

When he finally released me and said “Good luck” I RAN AS FAST AS I COULD towards the bus stop. (I managed to get the earlyish one home) I got pity stares from an old lady on the bus. It was quite obvious I had been made to clear out my desk. It got worse though because I was taking up two seats with all of my crap and then this disabled woman got on. To my great horror I realised I was in the seat where if a disabled person gets on you have to vacate said seat. I was panicking and clutching my various bags. Luckily the bus was empty and she went a few rows behind me but not after death staring me.

bus stop life

bus stop life

It hasn’t really sunk in yet that I don’t have a job, it feels like this past year hasn’t really happened.

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Portuguese Dude leaving rude images while I’m out at lunch

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Hello.

I have just remembered I have a WordPress blog after my phone upped and died. It said there was too much stuff on it and I had to remove apps. I then went through said apps and found the WordPress one, hence find le blog.

A lot has happened since I was last on here. Shit loads.

In the summer the mother went into hospital because she had Endocarditis. She had been ill for 8 weeks before the GP decided to admit her. It was so advanced that if she hadn’t gone in when she did she would’ve died within the week. This was two days after my 18th birthday.

I was kind of thrown into the deep end of adulthood. I was left to get to work, feed the dog, feed myself and run a house while my sister was in Paris. I can’t cook.

They couldn’t operate until she had 6 weeks IV antibiotics to try and kill the infection. Within a few weeks she had two strokes which lead to no function down her left side.

This meant they couldn’t operate until the bits of infected heart tissue in her brain had calmed down otherwise she would stroke out in the operation.

After a few tense weeks she was transferred to Coventry and underwent the risky heart op after a few more weeks IV antibiotics.

I can’t remember much about those few days, I was kind of like a zombie. I wrote some stuff in my journal but even that doesn’t make sense. I didn’t want to write anything incase I jinxed it.

She did survive the 8 hour heart surgery but had another emergency heart operation the next morning because of a bleed. She survived that, thank god.

She was in a coma/ICU for five days before she came round. She was all blown up and fluidy. She ended up having two chest drains. They let the liquid out so suddenly that she began drowning in a sense and went into heart failure. They managed to fix their mistake.

So now 5 months since the heart operation she is still alive, quit work and engaged. (Function regained in left side only after she broke her pinkie which is now really crooked) The sister is studying French at Oxford University.

I’m coming to the end of my apprenticeship and don’t know what to do with my life.

Yeah.

That sums up my shit summer.

I did go to Disneyland last week but almost missed the flight home due to the killings in Paris.

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