I can’t believe it’s been so long since I posted. Life seems to have consisted of a blur of work and crochet. I’m back at work on Tuesday night for my last set of shifts. I feel sick with anticipation, rather like I did as a child on Christmas Eve! As expected, the handover of the work has not gone smoothly. The scope of what we do has been grossly underestimated as the management team who took over earlier in the year haven’t bothered to even find out what we do or how we do it. Last week there was a call for volunteers to postpone their redundancy for 3-6 months. There weren’t many takers.
After the initial shock at the news, most of us have moved on, in our heads, anyway; I think that once you’ve accepted that you’re leaving, it’s extremely difficult then to change that. Management also shot themselves in the foot by rushing through our redundancy meetings in September. There are a lot of people being made redundant at the end of October and they are only now having their final meetings, the one where you’re given the letter terminating your employment. I’ve had mine for 6 weeks! It’s a relief that they can’t make me stay. I think I’d have a complete breakdown if someone told me I couldn’t leave now.
I am absolutely exhausted. The only thing that’s kept me putting one foot in front of the other is the knowledge that this will end next week. My sleeping is still erratic and it’s worse on nights. Thankfully, this last set of nights will be a short one. I’m working Tuesday and Wednesday, then up to midnight on Thursday. Then it will be wheelies around the car park before I drive through the barrier for the very last time 🙂
I’m going to have a fortnight of doing absolutely nothing! I know that if I make plans for those initial weeks, I won’t actually achieve anything, I’ll just feel guilty about all the stuff I planned to do and didn’t. I shall just veg – read, snooze, crochet. I might not even get out of bed some days! After that, I’ll try and get into a routine. Mornings for chores and errands, afternoons for crochet or siestas. Jamie is still job-hunting. In the meantime, he will be assisting me in an epic spring clean, assuming he doesn’t find a job in the next 3 weeks.
I’ve been ordering wool like a crazy woman, in the knowledge I’d actually have time to do it. I might have overdone it a bit! I can’t wait to curl up in my chair and crack on with it 😀