There were the bits of the week I knew I’d struggle with.
Leaving our home at 6am on Tuesday and not getting home until after seven on Friday night was definitely one of them.
I don’t think I’ve been that long away from home since the children were born.
And, to be honest, that bit wasn’t as tough as I thought it would be, it was, but it wasn’t worse if that makes sense.
The week was very much focused on Thursday, and finding out what was happening with our restructure.
There was a sense of dread for everyone, my hands did the whole turning cold thing which they do when I’m at my most scared or nervous.
And it was the news which I expected, but shocked me nonetheless.
My job does not exist in the new structure.
Of the 180 affected, 80 odd jobs have been deemed ‘safe’, with 80 odd jobs to be available. It’s expected that they’ll be a 15% reduction in headcount.
And in a pack, explaining my personal situation was a redundancy calculation.
It’s much better than I thought, an ‘enhanced offer’ rather than the statutory I had calculated.
And so now begins the real journey.
Fourteen years service.
To apply for the new jobs which will become known next week,
To start the search for other opportunities.
There is so much personally to factor into the consideration.
But it is the word’ opportunity’ which offers hope- to find an opportunity which offers a challenge, to find an opportunity which suits our family life.
And maybe avoiding four consecutive days away for the next fourteen years would be a bonus.