Will Harris is avoided like the plague
Being told your job is under threat of redundancy, I have discovered, is a bit like contracting a violent, infectious disease. There are shivers, night sweats, insomnia, not to mention the fact you s*** yourself. But what really compounds the misery is the reaction of those around you.
People you’ve worked with for years, may have shared a joke and a cab home from the Christmas party with, suddenly drop silent at your approach. Eyes burn into screens, fingers dance across keyboards, cups of tea sit stewing on the side as their owners rush back to their desks, suddenly remembering some urgent email they must write, right now, this instant, and bugger the tannins. Lift doors open and those caught inside grin like skeletons and jab the button furiously.
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