So starting Saturday, the best week of the year was going to happen.
Out at a high-class Mayfair club for my mate's Bday on Sat night, dinner at a michelin starred restaurant on Sunday, going on my first date with a lady I am getting along with brilliantly on Wednesday, and then I'm djing out in Soho on Thursday. I also have Monday and Friday booked off.
So it was going to rock!
Then today, big departmental meeting, and we are all getting made redundant, FFS!
Been here for 4 years, so at least 6 weeks redundancy pay, and a 3 months consultation period, but it still sucks major arse!
Out at a high-class Mayfair club for my mate's Bday on Sat night, dinner at a michelin starred restaurant on Sunday, going on my first date with a lady I am getting along with brilliantly on Wednesday, and then I'm djing out in Soho on Thursday. I also have Monday and Friday booked off.
So it was going to rock!
Then today, big departmental meeting, and we are all getting made redundant, FFS!
Been here for 4 years, so at least 6 weeks redundancy pay, and a 3 months consultation period, but it still sucks major arse!
