They told all the staff affected on a Friday afternoon that we under threat of redundancy.
I head straight to the pub after work. My husband works later on a Friday night and I just couldn't face coming home to an empty house. I'll sit here for a few hours until he finishes.
I chose a cheap bar in the city centre, saving money must start now, I think. It's full of the sort of people who you would expect in a bar selling cheap drinks. I'm not sure why I've come here, even though I tell myself it's to save money I think I know it's because I can't face sitting in some trendy wine bar surrounded by business people talking about their busy week, talking about their successful jobs.
An old guy in a green jacket stands next to me at the bar, he offers a smile as if to acknowledge that I'm not the usual clientele they get in here, not until later anyway, when the students pop in for a cheap drink. This early in the evening it's just the serious drinkers.
He becomes the first person outside of work I tell face to face I'm losing my job.
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