All posts tagged: redundancy

Bye Bye, Birdie.

Yesterday, for what is now the fourth time in my working life, I was made redundant. It’s a hideous word, when you come to think of it. Redundant; useless, unwanted, superfluous. Whatever word is chosen when you’re shown the door, it tends to sting. I was briefly annoyed. When I say annoyed what I really mean is, I was pissed off. All the thoughts rolling through my head were so focused on me. I’d worked hard, rarely taken time off, done a job that wasn’t even my own and in which I had no experience. Yet for all that hard work it seemed I was just one too many balloons at the party. Sitting on the train on the way home my brain kept rolling over the experience. It kept talking to itself while I tried to read. “What am I going to do now?” “How am I going to support myself?” “At 43 it’s going to be even harder to get a job than it was the last time?” None of those lovely thoughts …