Sinking into the quagmire December 5, 2005
I’ve been back in the office for about 6 hours and I’m already over it. I’m counting the weeks to Christmas for those days off when we’ll be kicking back with Bean and the rest of you and I won’t be here dealing with all this.
There are 2 types of people here at the moment - the delerious and the distinctly nervous. The delerious are those who have been appointed to their positions and they’re annoyingly relaxed & happy. The distinctly nervous are those who have had to apply for their positions and they’re all doing a very poor job of continuing to do their jobs while being really annoyed by the delerious. Of course, I fall into the latter group, in a sub-category who are afraid that they will keep their job.
Apparently those getting the boot will be notified on Boxing Day. I’ll be at my brother’s at Beaufort and there’s no way I want to answer a phone call there. I couldn’t be bothered explaining the whole catastrophe to my siblings and nieces and nephews. I might see if I can get them to tell me on the last working day before Christmas. I’m sure that the idea is not to spoil anyone’s Christmas Day (as if it’s not going to be ruined by waiting…), but I’d prefer to go into the Christmas/New Year break knowing my fate.
Boxing Day is a bit strange for such notification. I hope you can weedle the news out of them earlier. I looked on the calendar this morning and it’s three weeks until Christmas. Not sure if that makes it any easier to wait.
Looking forward to seeing you all at Bean’s too.
Boxing Day is odd, but this is what the rumour mill is saying and that’s my only source of information. It’s actually 20 days until Christmas today - 14 more working days. It feels interminable!
One of my contracts at a previous job expired on Christmas Eve - I was devastated at both the termination and the symbology (or is it symbolism?)