And call off Christmas!
It seems like the final indignity really. In all honesty I wasn't really looking forward to the Christmas party - I tend to find them simultaneously intimidating and tedious events. But in general people seemed quite glad to have something to look forward to after the downward plummet morale has taken over the last week.
And then it was cancelled.
It wasn't even cancelled with the glorious campery of Alan Rickman's dastardly Sheriff of Nottingham (not that that would have made the news any better, but at least the delivery would have provided some amusement). Instead the message was announced through a rather uncontrite email. You could hear the morale in the room collectively dip a little further. The room, incidentally is the smaller side office we moved into today. Once upon a time, we took up two reasonably sized floors and the smaller side office. Oh how the mighty have fallen...
I'd love to say that the whole affair hasn't really touched me, but in truth I feel at something of a low ebb just now. That Christmas is coming brings me some cheer, since I do love offloading presents on people and I have a couple of particularly good ones this year that will hopefully bring some comfort and joy. The fact that it also involves near a week off work is also cause for some celebration. And with the arrival of the new year I'll have some holiday time to make use of again. Huzzah! I don't think I appreciated quite how precious vacation days are until I ran out of them earlier than I would have liked this year. I shall take the time to savour them properly in 2004.
Anyway, I think I've filled my blog with quite enough dismal introspection to last for a while now. I realise I strayed from my charter of thinking generally upbeat thoughts over the last week, but the threat of redundancy will do that. Still, time to get over it and move onto topics of happier note instead.
Starting tomorrow...
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As a late comer to the latest saga, I would first like to offer my commiserations on the events of last week, not more than 24 hrs after we parted in fact.
And as someone who watched the consulting firm he worked for (and contributed to in no small way) being systematically dismantlted over a period of 2 years, I know exactly how you feel... not happy.
(Firm was valued at around $60m, and what was left 2.5 years later was sold off at $250,000).
Mind you, that was a bit better than the .COM approach:
Step 1 - email contracter and tell him to "STOP WORKING!"
Step 2 - call contracter and tell him the company closed 15 mins ago.
On the holiday thing, if you really really want to learn to cherish the holiday time you have, work in the US for a year. 5 days for the first year in many cases. 10 for the lucky. And to get more than that, you need 5+ years of service.
Freelancing means never having to say you're off on holiday.
Sorry poopie :(
Poopie?
I'll explain when you're older...
I can't understand why a person will take a year to write a novel when he can easily buy one for a few dollars.