Christmas Redundancy – Day One

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



Breakfast; Prosecco Crisps with tiny Gold Stars. (I really did. That’s a real product. I may be unemployed, but it is Christmas after all and we’d bought all the posh pretentious food before I knew I was losing my job. Food does not go wasted in our house, so I will eat every last gold star even if I choke. Don’t judge me by my dietary choices).

‘Today is the first day of the rest of your life’.

When is the first day exactly?
Was it the day my redundancy was announced?
As that was 6pm on a Saturday evening, was it therefore the next whole day?
Was it the last day I actually worked?
Or the last day I’ll get paid for?
Or the first day I won’t be paid for?
Or the first day I would normally have been back to work?

So. Finding it difficult to get on with the rest of my life because I’m not entirely sure which day it starts…….

I’m using artistic licence with the chronology, throwing in extra vowels and consonants for a fun, enjoyable read.
However, all events and breakfasts are accurately portrayed.

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.

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