Reflections on the puddle of life

to the perfect week.

Yesterday we found out that 1/3rd of my team are to be made redundant, following the announcement of significant job cuts at the company I work for. I find myself in the fortunate position of safety but it's still harsh seeing those people around me who face losing their jobs. I can't help feeling that I've, somehow, let them down.

Arrived at the train station to come home only to find that some scallies had stolen the valve caps on my bike and let down my tyres.

This morning:
I overslept,
the train was late, meaning I missed a lecture and a market meeting I was supposed to attend,
the dishwasher broke

but got through the day at work doing my best to counsel others, being avoided (by the unaffected teams), answering questions and trying to reassure people. By the afternoon things were looking a bit brighter. People were more settled and we started to think about the new future, what can be built from it. Some people have decided to opt for redundancy which means that the number of compulsory redundancies can be minimised. It's awful to see people go, but it could work out better for those who feel they can afford to go, and for the others the uncertainty is, at least, minimised.

Got back to the train station to find my bike intact. Set off home feeling a bit better.

Then I got hit by a car.

Which was completely my fault. Sometimes I am amazed at my ability to self-sabbotage.

So I am okay, physically. The front wheel of my bike is irreparably damaged and I think I nearly gave the poor woman driver a nervous breakdown, which I feel terribly guilty for. Mental faculties are a bit questionable.