I've been made redundant. Long live the job! · 8:41pm Jun 10th, 2015
Yeah, that happened.
Tuesday of last week, the murkans came over (them wot own us) and gave us all the good news that, of the 42 people still employed, 11 were being made redundant.
To be fair, the sales team have been doing fuck all with their lives and the murkans have been haemorrhaging £100k a MONTH just to keep the doors open...
Guess what?
I'm one of the 11.
So I have to tell various people, including my good friend and tattooist, the news and that I may not be able to sort his bike bits out on the mill at work. I did, but that's not the point.
He says, 'leave it with me...'
I then get a phonecall on Saturday just gone telling me to get my arse to the Chase the Ace rally site as 'there's a man here you really need to meet'.
So I roll up in my BRIGHT FUCKING ORANGE ex-RAC transit with a view to camping, have a few drinks, meet MY NEW BOSS, who is an absolutely fantastic chap, inhale copious amounts of Charlie, drink more beer, and rum, and more rum, and sniff some more disco glitter, and generally get fucked up, with MY NEW BOSS, by the way, until about 3-4am, crash, wake up at around 7 to the sound of motorcycles being started up right outside my van, and generally have a gay old time hamming it up with my tattooist, his wife, lots of very friendly, very hairy bikers, and my new boss.
Tomorrow is my last day at my current job, and I start my new job on Friday.
Karma, my friends, can indeed be awesome! It does pay to be a decent human being once in a while...
So yes, I HAS NEW JOB!
