Phew! This week I was NOT sacked.
But if you’d asked my inner pessimist what the outlook was on Friday, she probably would have sighed and reached for the nearest super-sized chocolate bar. Why?
All it took was a single, solitary phone call.
My usual employer had his personal assistant call to arrange a meeting. That’s not too shocking, I hear you say. Except, I rarely have contact with my work via anything but email.
“The boss wants some changes,” said the PA.
“He’s getting a bit bored,” said the PA.
“Tell me more,” I implored.
“Oooooh, he’d just like to see you,” fudged the PA.
Earliest available time? Monday. Two full days and a little bit more of anxiety, second-guessing and self-doubt. Good times!
If the weekend was anything to go by, it seems I was raised to find a hidden meaning in the most innocuous of conversations. I was definitely being fast-tracked to the unemployment lines.
Monday rolled around bright and sunny. My sense of dread only increased.
I walked into the office wearing my most patriotic business colours (bright green) and my power boots (suede, in case you were wondering).
“So,” he said. “I’d like to make some changes. I’m getting a bit bored.”
I’ve heard that before, I thought. Here it comes.
“What can we do to really stand out from the crowd?” he said.
“We?” I asked. “Oh, we!” Reality was dawning.
So, I was not sacked. Two and a bit days of worry had been in vain.
That sunny day turned out to be a good omen. I’ve never been so happy to check my emails and find work waiting.