Three years ago my father died and I wrote this. Today it was possible to read it again.
Saturday, 22 June 2013
Thursday, 20 June 2013
Tuesday, 4 June 2013
I got my official redundancy letter yesterday. After the obligatory half hour crying in the undergraduate toilets (they’ve got exams on, no-one uses them), I pulled myself together and started focusing my energies on WHAT THE HELL I’M GOING TO DO NEXT. Since my rather broken and stupidly specialised career path has meant that there are now about 3 jobs in the UK that I could realistically do, this a task somewhat less satisfying than banging one’s head repeatedly against a brick wall for 6 hours.