I'm still trying to get my head around the fact that I have no job. It’s never happened to me before. Apart from when I decided stuffing handbags in Australia wasn’t for me.
My former boss (Hardy) had seemed concerned on Friday when he took me for a large glass of cheap wine after he escorted me from the building in a tearful mess. He said he’d fought against the decision to make me redundant. He didn’t agree with it and wasn’t happy that he’d had no choice in the matter.
He was treated like a child, had no say in how his department was run and he would do everything possible to help me find another job. It was the hardest thing he’d ever had to do in his 30 year career (must say I'm honoured to be the first person ever to be made redundant under his creative directorship).
He was very, very sorry.
I just heard his freelance mate (Laurel) has moved into my desk and rearranged
the furniture.
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