French Deal

Well I gave up updating on my life in France because there wasn't any. My friends got sick of me moaning about 'can't sell the Manchester flat, credit crunch and Monsieur Larressat's bill being short of euros 28,000 - and thinking that it's back to work until I drop dead. I found a new job, and lived for two months on vouchers for £1.99 meal deals in Macdonalds, dossing in a friend's house, travelling on buses with my OAP pass because I got rid of the car, the gym, everything as money savers.

Then - out of the blue - last week I get called into a room at work. "This is Brian from legal, Susan from Personnel, Amanda your line manager and you know me of course". I thought I was going to die from guilt, finally rumbled. All those paper clips, pads, biros stolen and skiving off to go to the cinema over my entire working life, even if it was with another employer.

We want to offer you severance they proffered - but you have to go before the end of November and take all your annual leave. The offer was exactly what I owe Monsieur Larressat. So I packed up my pencils, stole a few more biros, and left.

So it's France here I come at last. Stand by. I arrive December 30th and will herald in the new year with new friends, new life, new hopes and OH MY GOD WHAT HAVE I DONE.

Still, I'll give it a good go.

En avant.

posted by French Deal @ 6:25 pm