Saturday, 9 April 2011

Shattered Dreams

It has been almost two days since I received the news, but I still can't quite believe it.  It came at a time of physical and emotional exhaustion.  I had been up working for 23 hours and had less than a total of four hours' sleep in 39 hours.  I was barely functioning when I was summoned to a meeting with my boss. 

I knew what was coming as soon as I walked into the room: the presence of a second person who had never attended any previous meetings was the sign.  There is no easy way to say this: I don't have a job any more. I can't go into detail, but what I can say is that there was a significant lack of support in this huge transition.

I have no idea what happens next.