Dec 04, 2008 21:38
Soooo. I may be made redundant. Howzabout it, kids?!
The Bigwigs at work have done a restructure of our team, and they've gone and slashed a few bods. For streamlining, or something like it. There's 13 Ministerial writers, and 10 only positions.
We now all have to reapply for our jobs.
Excuse me while I go and silently bite my nails down to the hilt.
I have updated my CV, and have already applied for one other job in the Ministry. Will keep hunting.
If anyone knows of any company keen to take on a chick who writes ok, is a reasonably decent knitter, makes a passable cookies n' cream cheesecake, has a sexually confused iPod* with lots of purty music, and who can make herself look halfway human in the mornings...you've got my number.
I'm...a bit scared right now.
*My iPod's name is Marvin, and he has a pink skin, and my headphones are pink. By way of explanation.
stress,
oh help,
work,
life sucks