JOB

Well its been a week since I lost my job. It has to be one of the worst feelings in the world. all of a sudden you future becomes a little blurred and the panic sets in.
How will I pay the mortgage? And the loan? And the credit card?
And the DVLA lovingly send you a car tax reminder for the end of the month - how will I pay that?
The nightmare begins......

The job looked safe, in fact on the Tuesday the boss was asking for our support in taking the company forward. On the Thursday, less than 48 hours later I was being told that its best if I resign, that there was not a job for me on the salary I was on. No other option offered. No reason for the change of plan. That was it. The Witney office was closing and the three of us that worked there would now be unemployed.

I was numb, confused and somewhat dazed. We were told we didnt have to work our notice, that we would get paid at the end of March. But as the days move on it all becomes a little less sure and we are not confident that we will. Shocking really. Shocking that a company can treat its employees as we have been treated. And we should fight it. But the company has the law on its side because it went through a CVA and that means they can do this to us. They can treat us with zero respect and not worry if we can not pay our bills.

On the Monday I did the rounds of recruitment agencies. Endless forms to fill in and questions to answer. The same information on all the forms, the same questions. Its the most tiring and boring thing I have had to do. Let alone depressing. On the Tuesday I repeated the exercise. I have made an effort every day since being a number to get out of bed, ready to face the world. Even if just to hit the gym for an hour - I have made an effort. Not for me endless hours of daytime television - that would be too depressing.

So I am looking for a job. Im not sure how long it will take. Hopefully not to long. I'm one of those that is meant to work. I am meant to fend for myself and take care of myself. It gives me purpose.
Its what I do.

Ive always wanted to be a writer. Wrote all the time when I was at school. I dont mean just what I was told to write, but poems and stories. Part of my English coursework was on my own poems and the teacher even asked if I ever thought about getting published. Of course I would have loved that. Can you imagine - having your work in print. And people actually going into a Waterstones to buy a copy of your book. Though now I guess it would be downloaded onto a Kindle.

Anyway my mum had been clearing out the loft a few months ago and dropped a box that I had left behind. Besides containing a card with my Christening details on it also contained a sheet of paper with 10 lines of prose on. Typed.  She handed it to me with the words 'I want to read more'.
The start of my first best seller maybe - so if my mum wants to read more then maybe I should really try. So here goes....