So Ofcom have announced their findings.... and yesterday my Blog was an outpouring of my general anger at the situation.
But it is personal too, as you know.
And now my bosses have decided that they still need a bit more time (argh!) to digest the findings, and tell us what it means for our jobs. Though considering Ofcom have approved the entire plan, there can't be that much head scratching.
Still, it will now be early next week before we are given some real ideas about how many job cuts there will be. And even then, it's all open to another round of discussions and consultations....
So it could be ANOTHER month or more before we know definitively exactly how it will work, and whether I have a place in the New World Order. 14 months after the first announcement about job losses. After that there will be the interviews, selections and dismissals or offers.
Do you get the sense that this is like slow, steady, mental torture for me? I continue to work my hardest in the job I love...
But I can't sleep, I can't talk about anything else, I can't plan my life beyond the next few months, yet I can't stop planning all of the variable outcomes. I'm driving loved ones mad.
I suppose it's my mind trying to impose order on chaos. But if it carries on like this for much longer, I'm sure I'll lose my grip....
And underneath all the worry, anger, speculation and desperation is the same relentless throb of sadness.
How has it come to this?
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