Just need to recap on the dying embers of last Sunday, 4.50pm with a gun metal sky and sunshine bouncing off the trees and into my patio. I love this light, I've missed this light for six months.
Hi Col, how are you chick? Yes, it's another Sunday, these weeks are flying by. As I write, it's 3rd March. Actually, I started this yesterday. Week in work was like wading through a thick, pea soup. Didn't sleep great for the best part of the week. My HR person had a meeting with my old department on Tuesday, to see if I could get transferred back to the department from whence I came. Long story short, out of 14 people who had transferred to the department within a couple of months of the announcement to close, me arriving just 6 weeks before the announcement, anyway, 13 people can go back to their original departments and permanent jobs. Me? My managers want me back, but there are no permanent places, so I am the only one left without a permanent job. They have put me in a redundancy situation, and I can't, for the life of me work out how this is legal. I was both gutted and hormonal to boot, actually, I'm more hormonal than not hormonal at any given moment, any time of the month, and it's exhausting.
On Friday, after a few hours on a particularly tricky case, after a really long week, I announced to my manager, that I had lost the will to live. She departed on a long lunch, only to return two hours later with Krispy Kreme donuts. Some managers are worth their weight in gold. A ring shaped piece of sugary heaven lightened my load and helped me limp to the finish line that is Friday afternoon.
After a trip around the supermarket, I headed to the old town and called in at my hairdressers just to book an appointment, the lovely Louise fitted me in there and then but made me promise to tell everyone that Louise cuts most of my hair... but not my fringe, (which I hack at myself,) so, as promised, the fringe, is all my own work.
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