Last Christmas I was made redundant. It was a bit shit.
Welcome to my Christmas Redundancy Diary.
You may like to read my introduction, or just dive straight in. But please wear a wetsuit, some of my comments are icy cold…….

Had a lovely Christmas present from my boss; a ‘P45’.
Normally we’d just exchange Christmas cards, so this feels rather special.
Although I’m not entirely sure what it is.
Maybe it’s a Secret Santa gift and the Secret is the gift rather than the Santa.
And I feel so selfish and unthoughtful now. I bet when I open my gift I’ll have wished I’d got something for my boss too.
Anyway, back to the guessing game.
Maybe it’s some kind of savings bond?
Or the code to a bank security box?
A seat number? Could it possibly be a trip to the theatre?
Perhaps it’s the latest smartphone offering from Samsung?
The room number at some posh snazzy hotel?
Well either way, I’m very excited about my surprise gift.
Only hope it’s not too long before all is revealed…….

If you are employed or otherwise content and stable with your work/life/domestic situation, please pop over to Wanted. Not Wanted. where you can have a smug, self-righteous, cosy giggle at my crumbling self-esteem. You’ll find my self-initiated Job Club, my ridiculous misguided applications for ANY kind of work and my redundancy diary, a revealing look into the day to day life of the lowlife worthless pits of humanity the unemployed. If you are not content and stable with your work/life/domestic situation, then let’s hold hands and stick our tongues out at the rest of the world. But you still have to go read all the stuff.