Redundancies: <em>Épilogue</em>
I never quite mentioned how it all finished. Very sadly, by all means. The 171 all received their letters telling them to go away (“Well done, thank you and don’t forget to shut the door, will you.”). In my department, we used to be 85. We were cut down to 70, and at the end, with all the people sent somewhere else, we have reached the really amazing figure – for share-holders, that is – of 35. A drastic 40 and odds per cent cut. The consequences are somewhat pathetic: when a course is due, which happens from time to time, I have to print the documents myself, set up the machines and so on. I wonder when I’ll be asked to clean the toilets and to check the IDs at the entrance…
I’ve been lucky “enough” for not leaving. But this all looks like a temporary relief to all those remaining. I think I need a bit of fresh air; I’m flying to Stockholm tomorrow afternoon. I guess I deserve a longer weekend after all the work I’ve done to improve a Struts course. Geez, this all sounds so boring. Probably because it is.¶
