Redundancy

Today I got my redundancy notice. Or rather my statutory notice of redundancy with 12 weeks to serve, which means I won't have to empty my locker and say my farewells until March 31. And that is gonna feel odd, I'm sure, after 22 years. No point moping though. I've installed a Half-Life 2 mod called Combine Destiny in which I can play an alien combine sent to clear a town full of zombies and head crabs. If I want to imagine those shuffling creatures are directors and managers, then I will do. Okay? That is my right! Aargghh!! Boom bang-a-bang, boom, bang-a-bang!