dodging bullets

I dodged a bullet today. The Global Credit Crunch, oft referred to as if it is a physical thing like, say, a crocodile, took a chunk out of my department at work today. We're a sales organisation and when you ain't selling you tend to cut back on what you're spending - wages. Seven people in my department - others in finance, marketing, front desk and even the office junior - were chopped. I can't fully appreciate what it must feel like to be the victim; I have had to let someone go and I know the sinking feeling that goes with that. Work was pretty fucking muted this afternoon. Happy to have missed out on this round, but as part of a (sub)team of three I'm not sure my team wil be so lucky if there is another round...I actually got a little choked up as I said my goodbyes to a couple of my now ex-colleagues, mainly I think as a reaction to their bubbling-clearly-just-under-the-surface distress.

In other news, Sal and I sold her parents home today. They have another one, that they own, so it was surplus to our requirements. We now own a small flat as well as the house we live in (we're low-level capitalist scumbags) and I decided to do a few sums, see what we'd have in the bank if we sold the lot and what we could afford in order to live mortgage free.

Pretty much fuck all.

Bollocks.

Guess I best keep my job then.