They're restructuring at work, and we have our initial briefing today. Citalopram is a wonderful thing; I found out about the meeting on Friday and on past occasions, I've spent the entire weekend in bed sobbing my heart out. As it is, it really doesn't feel good. I'm the sole earner in my household and even though I know I won't find anything out today, chances are it marks the start of a worrying few months. Going to have to get my head around the idea of nasty surprises when I'm least expecting them.
In a sane, sensible world, my job won't be at risk. Management logic isn't always the same as real world logic, though, and the thought of redundancy scares me into near-insensibility.