"Ok then, lets do your review..."

That's how the conversation started.  In the boardroom, 'Mary' and I sat down for my monthly review.  We talked about photocopying, NVQ, work etc and then she drops the bombshell.  'Jamie' the girl who went off on maternity leave nearly a year ago wants her job back.  Seeing as that is her right, we will have to let you go, or possibly you could do part time hours...

WHAT THE MOTHER FUCK????????


Yup, I was not amused.  At all.  In fact I outright panicked and walked out of the meeting room, saying I was going to leave right there and then.  I was followed by HR manager and 'Mary'.  HR manager talked to me, explaining that 'Jamie' had a legal right to walk back into her job and that due to the credit crunch the big boss (you remember him - the millionaire) needs to cut costs so is cutting staff.  She was nice, sympathetic and understanding.  I sat there shaking, crying and babbling that I couldn't afford to lose a job.  She got me some toilet roll to wipe my face with.  I was looking like Alice Cooper, mascara dripping off my chin and red as a beetroot.  Eventually I calmed down, and managed to speak coherently for a bit.  I said I needed time to think, and that my IBS had flared up, which it had, so they let me go home.  I have to decide what I am going to do.

I got home and told SImon, expecting him to totally freak out, but he was pretty cool about it.  He reckons part time is better than 'no time' so I will have to think long and hard over the weekend.  I applied for a few jobs ('few' being the word here - credit crunch=no jobs) and then we went out to the pub and had lunch and beer.

I am still in shock, and I think the alcohol is making me depressed now.

:(

Fucking tight cunts.