It was the day after my birthday. A Monday, as it so happened. When work was over for the day, the boss came up to me.
“We have to make some changes here,” he said. “You no longer have a position with us.” I stared at him in utter disbelief. This was totally out of the blue.
“We’re happy with your work,” he continued. “But we no longer have the provision to keep you on. We have to reduce staff.”
To say I was devastated was an understatement. I knew what it would mean to lose half of our income, and I wasn’t sure we could survive. Surely there must be a way out. Surely something else would turn up.