Just when we were feeling like we might be able to sit back and start to take in London, the city we have chosen to call home for a while, it has decided to bite back; in the form of a nasty Australian (I see the irony).
Just over a week ago (at 5pm on Friday, to be precise), David was told not to return to work on Monday (or any other day of the week). Two weeks out from Christmas. No notice; no real reason given.
It's London. In a city of eight million, no single person is important. I've struggled with this since we got here - it's a feeling I've never experienced before; not in New Zealand, nor Australia, nor Thailand, nor even India. It's hard to put into words, you can just feel it. And on Friday, David certainly did.
Who knows, it may not have been working out, David's boss might've had a mate who was struggling to find work, or maybe he was just having a bad week. Either way, because we are in London, at 5pm on Friday, with no warning, it's acceptable to boot someone out. TWO WEEKS BEFORE CHRISTMAS.
But, David picked himself up again and has gone out and found casual work to keep him going until our two week Christmas holiday. London is the reason he lost his job, but it's also the reason he was able to pick himself up again so quickly. A world of extremes. And it is a world, not just a city.
Bring on the holidays. We deserve it.
- Hana
Oh sorry to hear that. I got fired from one of my first jobs in the UK too - turned up on Friday and was told to turn around and go home again! No contract or anything of course. He'll find something else. I found a much better job, which I kept for the rest of my time in England.
ReplyDeleteMiss you guys,
Andrea