going postal

in both sense, more or less.

this is the pile of parcels for my overseas friends that i mailed this morning, at the whopping rip-off cost of a whisker under £30.

i was feeling vaguely seasonal when i got to work because of this, but that lasted about five minutes and then the other going postal sensation arrived... brief speech to the great unwashed by the big cheese left it all clear as mud about what's going to happen. then mid-shift my immediate boss took a few of us casuals aside to let us hear the great white possible plan: reorganise three utterly separate departments (albeit ones that perform the same role for their three seperate bits of the company). of course the casuals are first in the firing line, and there will be some kind of cuts, despite no-one thinking what's being asked is possible. and you wouldn't be wrong if you suggested xmas as the date by which this new plan has to be working. let's just say i'm a bit scared about how i'll be paying my bills in early 2009.

then there is the fact i know why himself went awol. big event that was expected happened a little earlier than planned. i'm glad for him, but also kinda hurt i had to find out from someone else; i honestly thought we were at a point where he'd tell me when he told those he's already told. i'm mourning the past in a big way, because tho i knew it was done and not coming back, i had wanted to talk with him about it being done and not coming back before the next phase began. despite knowing my problems and worries are small compared with what other people on here and in my life are going through, i still feel a bit shite tonight.