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By preparing sufficient reserves of dread and pessimism over the past couple of months since our department learnt that it was being whittled down somewhat by means of compulsory redundancies I had some expectation-space to be able to be relieved this afternoon upon learning that I'm in the no-longer-at-immediate-risk-at-least-until-the-next-sweep-of-trimmings two-thirds of the redundancy pool, rather than the very-much-at-immediate-risk one-third, which now includes my nearest desk-neighbours to the west, east and south-east after a few more meetings were conducted today. I had planned a diversionary route home in case I needed some thinking-time following the news-receipt meeting in case the outcome had been different; the failure of the purpose-of-diversion shop to even be open so that I couldn't even look inside it to see if it had the thing in that I'd gone there to get and the brown bin being exactly where I left it this morning when I got home and still having a wee twig poking out from under the lid indicating failure of the council to uplift our brown bin for the second brown-bin-collection-day in a row are, in the grand scheme of things, extremely minor disappointments to have to deal with.