Reading Andy Roberts' lament for the Golden Lion pub in Romford reminded me that I had promised to post a new blog entry soon, so here it is. I've been made redundant by the firm that I worked for for just over thirty years. I was summoned to a meeting in the City office at 5:00pm on a Friday evening and told that I was one of a group of seven senior managers in my team, three of whom were going to be made redundant. We were told a lot of spurious guff about "consultation" and lack of alternative roles within the firm and advised that we were entering a 30 day "consultation period", by the end of which we would know our fates. After a few unpleasant meetings and several emails to influential people in the firm that led to nowhere, I was finally dumped on Friday 19 December. My redundancy package will enable me to pay off the mortgage and credit cards, so it's not all bad, and I can, if I want, take early retirement and try to live off my pension, but, realistically, given that Mary is working virtually all hours, that is not a serious option, as she doesn't want to be slaving away to support me while I laze around at home, playing chess and birdwatching. That leaves me out among the sharks, chasing a job and trying to distinguish between genuinely useful resources and charlatans who are after my money. I've gone through the whole gamut of emotions from hatred, anger and sadness to resignation, pessimism and optimism. Now I'm pondering what to do about my aged mother, who has just come out of hospital, having gone in there with pneumonia and got the norovirus while in there....
Well, I had intended to write a much more detailed entry than this but my heart isn't in it, so that's it for now.