1 -The Headlines

In six months I will have no job.

Even though I haven't been fired, and I'm not willingly resigning. My company is "downsizing," and I will likely be one of many who are squeezed out.

And I don't hate my job. In fact most days I love it.
I'm not burnt out. (And before you lot at the back ask - no I am not old enough to be....)
In fact, I have wanted this career in television and news since I was a child. 12 to be exact. Before that I wanted to be an actress, but the level of loveydome and competitiveness was too much to take, even then.
Ironic, considering the industry I ended up in, dahling.

But I have known that unemployment has been pending for more than a year now.

This Blog is something I have decided to start, so that I can get things off my chest.
Because there are many days when it's hard not to be bitter. Or sad, or hopeful, philosophical or even excited. About changes being enforced on my life.

I plan to chart the final six months of my stable, well paid, enjoyable career into what happens beyond.
(Gosh I *shudder* just writing it. Really must work on that.)

There will be the odd industry story and gossip thrown in for good measure. That's what you all really want anyway.

But I also want to chronicle what happens when I leave the job that I have put my life into, and that I have adored for so long. And when lots of people around me are going through the same sad process.

This is the job that defines me - and not just at dinner parties ("Oh, I'm in television "meedyah" don't you know, yes it is very exciting. You want to know who I have met that is famous? And do I get nervous going live?" etc etc).

The job that cuts to the quick of who I am; gregarious, engaged, interested in people and the world around me, informed and opinionated.
Or rather, a nosey parker with a bloody big gob!

Then, there will be the "what happens beyond" part, which will likely entail a scary leap into the world of freelance journalism, of random shifts with strange hours and cold calls to "sell myself" to strangers.
Or if I am rubbish at that, lets call a spade a spade - full time unemployment.

Leaving this job could be the best, or the worst thing that has ever happened to me.
And I have no idea which.