You're Fired!

Posted on Saturday 19th May 2007 at 00:00
So at last my time with catering services is drawing to a close. It's been coming for a while now, what with continuous talk of budgets and cut backs and reduced hours, but until now it had only had a marginal effect. However, when I walked into work on Thursday I was greeted with the knowledge that this would be my last regular day time shift. Unfortunately there simply isn't the cash to pay me to come in on anything other than special occasions now apparently. In a way I guess I'm glad that I've been let go for unavoidable financial reasons, rather than because anyone had found my rants about how awful the management are, which I recently realised would look rather bad if ever they were read by people in the know.

I've got rather mixed feelings about all this right now. On the one hand, I was looking to leave for the summer fairly soon anyway, and having them begging me to stay would have made the decision that much harder. On the other hand, the gradual erosion of my hours over the last month or so has significantly dented my finances, and not being able to work extra now that I have the free time to do so isn't any help whatsoever.

Still, it isn't all bad yet. As term draws to a close there are the usual run of end of term events that have afforded me a few evenings of good ol? paid employment. I'm not sure they'll make a huge impression on my pay cheque, but as the bosses of Tesco always say: Every Billion Counts!

I think the strangest thing about being made redundant, aside from having to say goodbye to a number of good friends I've made over the last 7 months, will be having free time again. What with university and work, I've had almost no time to myself in Bristol since November. Even on days like today, a Saturday, I find myself being asked to work for several hours later, and that really can disrupt your weekend.

Looking on the bright side, as ever, it'll be helpful to be free over the coming weeks to try and source myself a proper job and a place to live. There is much research to be done if I am to discover what jobs may be open to me, especially before they all disappear for another year. The last thing I want is to be working behind a checkout for 40 hours a week just to try and pay my rent.

Knowing my luck, that last sentence will see my future job applications turned down on the grounds that I'm a snob. Ho hum.

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