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Door In My Face
May. 11th, 2012 07:48 pmOpened my work email first thing this morning...to find a message from the department that offered me the MK job.
Withdrawing the offer.
Budget cuts were the reason given. Just after nine I phoned my contact in MK - who rang me only on Wednesday assuring me it was just a matter of waiting, lest we forget. She rapidly handed me over to another lady (surprise surprise). This lady told me they in MK were as disappointed as me that I wouldn't be joining them but under their new budget regime they had to reduce their AOs so that was that. She said it was mad as she knew they'd be needing more AOs in a few months, so advised me to keep my eyes on their department's job website.
So I face 7 months living like a hermit, apart from the Olympics, as I try to build a decent reserve of savings in readiness for unemployment. And the dream of escaping Chicken Town is dashed, for a few months at least.
The others in the office genuinely felt for me, that was clear, and all day my phone buzzed with sympathetic reactions on Facebook. Nice, though most of the comments in both places were of the 'something else/better will turn up' variety and the truth is that I can't even contemplate starting looking again at the moment. I will start again on 1 October.
That's not just me needing an emotional break but also driven by practical concerns : no new employer is going to give me 3 weeks off for the Olympics just after I start. And when I come back from the Games I'll have overdrawn my annual leave and will only have worked off the debt at the end of September. No point in having to write my current employers a cheque for overdrawn holiday when I leave.
What I could really do with is someone to talk to. But I can't risk giving Katherine or her kids (who are terrible for picking up infections) my cold, so I'm home alone listening to music, hoping I can keep it in for a week and focus on my maths exam, and that she'll see me next Friday when, touch wood, my cold will be gone.
In the immortal words of the Fruit Eating Bears, "Did you ever feel like King Kong hit you with a hammer? Well I do..."
May Cameron and Clegg rot in Hell.
Withdrawing the offer.
Budget cuts were the reason given. Just after nine I phoned my contact in MK - who rang me only on Wednesday assuring me it was just a matter of waiting, lest we forget. She rapidly handed me over to another lady (surprise surprise). This lady told me they in MK were as disappointed as me that I wouldn't be joining them but under their new budget regime they had to reduce their AOs so that was that. She said it was mad as she knew they'd be needing more AOs in a few months, so advised me to keep my eyes on their department's job website.
So I face 7 months living like a hermit, apart from the Olympics, as I try to build a decent reserve of savings in readiness for unemployment. And the dream of escaping Chicken Town is dashed, for a few months at least.
The others in the office genuinely felt for me, that was clear, and all day my phone buzzed with sympathetic reactions on Facebook. Nice, though most of the comments in both places were of the 'something else/better will turn up' variety and the truth is that I can't even contemplate starting looking again at the moment. I will start again on 1 October.
That's not just me needing an emotional break but also driven by practical concerns : no new employer is going to give me 3 weeks off for the Olympics just after I start. And when I come back from the Games I'll have overdrawn my annual leave and will only have worked off the debt at the end of September. No point in having to write my current employers a cheque for overdrawn holiday when I leave.
What I could really do with is someone to talk to. But I can't risk giving Katherine or her kids (who are terrible for picking up infections) my cold, so I'm home alone listening to music, hoping I can keep it in for a week and focus on my maths exam, and that she'll see me next Friday when, touch wood, my cold will be gone.
In the immortal words of the Fruit Eating Bears, "Did you ever feel like King Kong hit you with a hammer? Well I do..."
May Cameron and Clegg rot in Hell.
