I’ve got to sell my beautiful blue baby Jag. I am not happy about it, it’s my pride and joy. I haven’t had a car I’ve enjoyed and been truly happy to drive since my first Fiesta. My baby blue Jaguar has ivory leather seats and a walnut dash. Do you know that it may not be a Mercedes or a BMW but it is a classic stylish car.
I’ve got to sell it as my Old Man has been out of contract since September. I told him not to terminate when they’d offered an extension, but he did because things were not going smoothly for him. He contracts you see as an Interim Director/Senior Manager. Goes into a place and restructures, hires, fires, sets targets and implements efficiency processes and procedures enabling the Section, Group or Company to operate in a more cost effective manner. He’s just finished a 2 year contract but they wanted to keep him on a rolling month by month arrangement.
I can see why he left, the company he was working in kept promising permanent roles in this country and the States but when it came down to it, all the people who made the offers worked at such a senior level, they’d forgotten how to do mundane things like arrange an appointment. So after 2 years he had to finish otherwise the Revenue would be labelling him as a permanent employee. However I had said at the time it’s not a great time to be out of contract, but it made no difference. ‘The Agents’ had told him it was a good time to find work and they were the experts after all.
It wasn’t and he’s been out of work since September and I’m having to sell my car. Once this money has gone then I don’t know what will happen as we’ve got no reserves left. Trouble is people that look at his CV think he’s senior and therefore won’t consider him for a more middle of the company role, but jobs in his line are very few and far between. Once we heard a saying that you should prepare to be out of work, per month, for every £10,000 you earn. If this is correct then it’s going to be a very hard 2 years.
The Old Man hasn’t signed on, it’s not worth it, won’t cover our mortgage although it would take care of the council tax. The clerks don’t have any idea about the job my husband does and therefore asks him to go on Project Manager or programmer jobs paying less than a 1/3 than he is used to.
I haven’t got a ‘proper’’ paid’ job because I gave up my career to look after his children. I am supposed to be setting a new business consultancy up but unfortunately we need money to move it forward. I wouldn’t mind going back to 9-5 in a regular office but OH wants me to become the Alan Sugar of the Energy Industry.
So my baby blue jag is going to be sold, you’ve got to be practical. Sorry to sound spoilt or petulant but I love my Jag.
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