Posted by September Blue Saturday, 20 June 2009

My dad and my brother might lose their jobs. They might not have jobs now, by this morning; my brother might have decided to jump overboard and swim for something more stable, my dad might have decided to walk out rather than fire a whole workforce and tell half of them to reapply for their own jobs. But they probably won't. It's only a little company that they work for, and my dad's been there for thirty years; even if they could afford to leave and not look back, there's more there than money.

But the company might not still exist in a couple of weeks, so all that might be irrelevant.

I've never felt further away from home than I do right now.

1 Responses to

  1. Autumn Song Says:
  2. Eeeek! I'm sorry.

    Realising this sounds painfully trite, I hope all works out for the best.