Lightning Strikes

Today is one of those rare times when I am feeling productive so I may as well make the most of it.

I'll let my fingers do the talking.

In the non-biblical sense. Sorry, you are just not my type.

You feel embarrassed when it happens. Premature eja-, er, no, I mean get made redundant.


You don't want to tell people. You don't want them to find out. You want to brush it under the carpet.

"How are you?"
"Good thanks"
"How is the job?"
"Job? Er..."

Being made redundant suggests you might have been crap at your job. If you hadn't been crap then you might have avoided the cut.

Well folks, I must be really crap as it has happened to me twice in the last 12 months.

Yep. Twice.

Impressed? Well, I'm not called Lord Loafer for nothing.

Lord Lazy Arse might be more appropriate.