The Plan

So it is indeed official. I am for the chop, didn't dodge the bullet, am walking the plank. I'd do some kind of redundancy chant, you know something along the lines of "Gimme a R! Gimme an E!" but it's a really long word and frankly I couldn't find enough that rhymed with it.

To give you a brief overview there are 2 main things you need to know:

1. I am being made redundant.

2. I will be moving to Preston to live with The Person.

Whilst these things may come as a shock to you, they're actually known to me as Contingency Plan A.

Further to one of my previous posts, I think I have found my magic trapdoor out of The Pit. It was quite simply the knowledge of what was going to happen. Even though it was bad news, it was far better knowing that not knowing. Turns out that I'm not so good with the unknown - others may thrive on it, I like a lovely nice plan and a list thank you very much.

You may not have noticed but we're in the middle of a stinking great recession, meaning that there aren't many jobs about. There are especially not many jobs in Hull - we suffer from some of the highest unemployment figures at the best of times, never mind at the moment. The same week that I was made redundant, about 300 people lost their jobs in a Comet call centre and various other companies shed their staff like a snake does its skin.

It was clear to me that the following chain of events would happen to me once I lost my job and stayed in Hull:

1. I wouldn't find another job doing what I'm doing now because it's kind of specialised.

2. I wouldn't be able to afford my rent and carry on living in my lovely shared house.

3. I would end up temping/signing on.

4. Find it very difficult to find the £54 return train fare from Hull to Preston to see The Person

So it kind of felt logical to make the move to Preston and go and live with The Person, I can temp/sign on in Preston and living there would also eliminate the need to pay for the train fare. Plus, you know, I love him and stuff.

And so I'll be leaving my beloved Motherland behind in about one month's time and shacking up in Preston at the end of April (bar sorting out my leaving conditions with my work, who are being arses by the way) and starting a new and slightly terrifying new adventure.

Right. Let's find some boxes.....sigh.