Friday afternoon, 4pm. So there I am, sat at my desk (I work mostly from home) thinking that it's been a week and they must have some results by now. Another week of hell speculating before I get to know what is going on.
Then the work phone rings. It's the boss. He tells me he's putting me on speaker so that the finance director can talk to me. This can't be good news.
It isn't. My job is at risk of redundancy - actually there is not much chance of any other outcome. Can I come in for a meeting to discuss this the following Friday?
A bit stuck for words... No, I am afraid Friday isn't convenient. Teensy matter of going to the breast cancer clinic to find out if I have cancer or not.
That made the phone go quiet... for about 20 seconds. "Well can you come in Thursday then?"
Not the news one wants to hear. I figured that my whole team was probably for the chop, there are only two of us and our job title is linked to a particular product that hasn't sold very well, so we're easy targets. Contacted my colleague, who hadn't heard anything - he called me back ten minutes later to say he'd had the same call. Hey ho...
