So... It's been confirmed. I'm another victim of Sir Fred 'the Shred', I'm on three months' notice (which isn't as bad as it could be I guess), and I now have the dubious honour of having had three redundancies in the five years since I've graduated. Hmm.
However, in the 24 hours following that:
- My dissertation proposal got approved (pending a few tweaks but that's nothing to worry about)
- My boyfriend (how I love saying that!) cooked me a yummy dinner and provided tea, wine, hugs and sympathy in equal measure.
- I was invited to a party which I'm both looking forward to and a little nervous about (seeing as I'll be meeting a couple of said boyfriend's friends, for the first time 
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- I got seen to by a consultant who, after four months of being passed around various doctors, finally took my allergic reactions seriously and signed me up for a load of tests to get to the bottom of it.
So. I lost my job, but life goes on. Just watch me.
idontknowwhy
glad you can look on the brightside, sorry about your job hun xx