My OperaRetirement Sale
Saturday, January 7, 2012 12:36:46 AM
My boss is retiring. Mid sixties, business nowhere near as profitable as it once was, time to get out. I don't blame him.
One perk of my having worked there far too long will be the size of my redundancy cheque. Once I've blown that on a few too many good nights out on the town, my expectation is to be fairly poor for possibly up to two years whilst I find my feet in the real world of the public / private(!?!!) sector along with the rest of the youth pouring out of the assorted Blair Academies of Up-skilling Excellence. I'll have to re-invent myself. Possibly more than once.
I've known for a couple of months that this was in the offing, the embargo was lifted today. I'm in a better position than many in Broken Britain to weather something like this, but it probably wont be easy. Although it's certainly a blessing in disguise.
To those Out West - Cheap Train Fares allowing, please prepare your sofas for my presence later in the year. For my local chums - as you were, mine's a Small House Red.
