The interesting (as opposed to depressing; humiliating and distressing) thing about being made redundant is that I've become incredibly relaxed. I'm sleeping better than I have for many, many months. I'm completing my tasks in a timely and suitable manner and have laid the foundations for those who will be left beyond my departure. I've simply stopped worrying about the “what ifs”. I no longer have the back up plan and the back up to the back up. It's refreshing going to bed and knowing that if it all goes horribly wrong at 04:00, it won't be me getting the phone call. I see the injustice and favouritism meted out and can console myself that during my tenure I did everything to be as fair and even handed as I could. Sure there were some who didn't like it, particularly those looking to cruise and ignore the very essence of what being in a service industry is about, and I've no doubt they will continue to be despised by their colleagues and cosseted by those who should know better. I never understood why those few were chosen and so never got on board with the idea. I guess that's my failure and why I was never part of the clique.
I do worry about the future though, and I'm torn about which way to turn. Part of me will be glad to see the back of the waste industry and I wonder whether I should look outside of transport and logistics all together. Another part of me finds that idea terrifying as I have a bit of a comfort zone there. What else can my particular skills translate to?
Of course, in the current economic climate there's hardly an abundance of opportunities and I've still got a mortgage to pay and a family to support (as have the many unfortunate people at MFI and Woolworths who find themselves in a similar position) so it's not as if I can afford to be choosy even if given the chance.
