Hello everyone
today finds me possibly driving in reverse, on a road I travelled 18 months ago and prayed I would never have to travel again. The word redundancy reached my ears today as I toiled away in the garden centre. Word on site is that the powers that be are considering closing the centre down and selling the land off to the local council or a private developer.
My heart leapt into my mouth and I felt sick. No, not again, this can't be happening.
As my little seven day a week cleaning job is in the same centre, I stand to lose both jobs, leaving me once again with nothing. No job means no money, no money means goodbye little flat, hello car.
I have been saving, putting a little of my wages away every month, but it is by no means enough.
I can't face it again; my cats are settled here, they have even made friends. I don't know whether to laugh or cry.
The garden centre has been there since I was a child, I thought it was safe. I have spoken to the manager incase it was just an option; I wish I hadn't. Apparently five other locations they have across the country have been closed down.
So here we go again, checking out the job sites, I won't even get redundancy money this time as I haven't eve been there a year yet. The writing of my second book, (still no news on the first one) was going very well, I was happy and settled and the words just seemed to flow. I could picture every scene as clearly as if I were watching it on tv, I began to live the book and become a part of it. Now my mind is filled with fear; I am scared. The manager said nothing will happen until at least the end of this year, beginning of next; some small comfort I suppose.
I wish you all productive and happy writing, until next time.
