By Tom Clarke
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Picture the scene: it's Friday 2nd January, 8am, it's cold. I'm walking towards work still trying to shake off the remains of the new year's eve hangover, the biggest decision I really feel like making is whether to have a tea or a coffee.
I get into work to the news that the area manager is going to be here in an hour for a meeting. Sure no problem, it will probably just be a post-christmas de-briefing (you know the script "I'm very impressed with your sales over Christmas, however we can't afford to take our foot off the gas blah blah blah) and I could have quite happily sat through it, making the right sounds at appropriate times before retiring to my office to sit on facebook and pretend to be doing some kind of stock audit.
But no, the 'meeting' is in fact him just telling us that our pub will be closing down at some point in January, and it could be as soon as next Wednesday. Fuck. I'm sure you can imagine how difficult it is to motivate a staff to work hard for you all weekend when they've just found out they're out of a job in as little as five days.
And as tomorrow is the aforementioned 'next wednesday', I am soon to be officially 'in limbo' (not sure if that's the right expression but I've been meaning to use it for ages.
What's next then? Redundancy? Relocation? Endless episodes of Jeremy Kyle? I have no idea.
Happy new year indeed.
I get into work to the news that the area manager is going to be here in an hour for a meeting. Sure no problem, it will probably just be a post-christmas de-briefing (you know the script "I'm very impressed with your sales over Christmas, however we can't afford to take our foot off the gas blah blah blah) and I could have quite happily sat through it, making the right sounds at appropriate times before retiring to my office to sit on facebook and pretend to be doing some kind of stock audit.
But no, the 'meeting' is in fact him just telling us that our pub will be closing down at some point in January, and it could be as soon as next Wednesday. Fuck. I'm sure you can imagine how difficult it is to motivate a staff to work hard for you all weekend when they've just found out they're out of a job in as little as five days.
And as tomorrow is the aforementioned 'next wednesday', I am soon to be officially 'in limbo' (not sure if that's the right expression but I've been meaning to use it for ages.
What's next then? Redundancy? Relocation? Endless episodes of Jeremy Kyle? I have no idea.
Happy new year indeed.
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