…the Company has decided that it will be unable to continue to provide work for your role, and we therefore will have to make this role redundant…
There are fashion credits at the end of this, for those that are interested in them, but this is a personal kinda post.
So yeah. I’ve had the shittiest of news, right before Christmas. I guess I should be grateful that, food-aside, my Christmas is all paid-for and sorted out this year. Gifts, cards, and wrapping paper all purchased and ready to go. One of the benefits of being one of those annoyingly-organised bastards hated by those red-faced and flustered shoppers that are still rushing around John Lewis at 4pm on Christmas Eve, I suppose.
I can take comfort in a few things:
- I wasn’t alone. Several of us got the chop. While that’s shitty news for all concerned, it does soften the blow a little and reduce the ‘why me?’ feeling somewhat.
- My redundancy package was very good, as it should be for the length of service I’ve given to my company.
- I’ve made some good friends there, and we’re still keeping in touch. Promises of meeting-up for coffee or other liquid lunches have already been made.
Most importantly, my beloved Daros has been there for me throughout, listening to me worry, calming me down, and simply being the best friend that I’ve always known he is. Love you, gorgeous. <3
What this does mean is that I can no longer afford to support 1.5 regions of tier. No matter what, I’m going to have to tier down, and it hurts to know that we’ll be losing some of our land. We’ve always tried to keep it as clear as we can, not vomiting up full-bright free-textured monstrosities or lagging the place to shit with a million Meeroos. Our builds were subtle and blended in to the landscape. Old ruins. A Hobbit hole rising out of the ground. A forest clearing. I fear that our few remaining neighbours are about to realise what damned thoughtful neighbours we really have been…
We’re going to try and finish turning Jindalrae into a freestyle roleplay location, with rentals to help us recover the tier. I’m going to let one more month of current tier go by, so we can give that a try, and then – if it doesn’t take off – I will have to downsize drastically and start creating a lot more, in the hopes that I can cover what tier I do decide to keep.
This has been a real kick in the nuts for me, and I am so not looking forward to re-entering the job market. It’s been a few days since I was ‘regretfully informed’ and I’m having low days and okay days. This kind of shit really digs an elbow into your self-esteem for a couple of weeks, I’m discovering. Still, maybe I should listen to Michael Jackson: “Don’t let nobody take you down, brother”.
Credits (with apologies to those featured here, in what is not the happiest of posts; your stuff is awesome, as ever)
Jacket: Gizza – Moto Jacket (black)* [ giz.seorn ]
Jeans: Gizza – Turn-up Jeans (dirty)* [ giz.seorn ]
Shoes: Eudora 3D – Oxford Low Tops [ eudora3d ]
Glasses: ieQED – Wright Shades [ sigifaust ]
Hair: Exile – Machinehead* [ kavar.cleanslate ]
Earrings: Just Magnetized – Genesis Magnet Earrings (star onyx) [ justyna.magne ]
Ring: KOSH – Adain Ring (brass) [ lynaja.bade ]
Skin: Æros – Javier (praline) [ pi.rain ]
Beard: Æros Facial Hair – Beard (scruffy soft) [ pi.rain ]
Eyes: IKON – Hope (glass) [ ikon.innovia ]
Poses: Momomuller [ momomura.zehetbauer ]
Steamer Trunk: FANATIK [ kendra.zaurak ]
Luggage: POST [ van.auster ]
Boxes: sTwo [ stwo.acker ]
I told my brother how to do the thing right
Lift up your head and show the world you got pride
Go for what you want
Don’t let them get in your way
You can be a winner if you keep the faith
Straighten out yourself and get your mind on track
Dust off your butt and get your self-respect back
You’ve know me long enough to know that I don’t play
Take it like you want it but you got to keep the faith