I don't like grumping about work on here. I always have visions of that La Petite Anglaise chick, who was fired for blogging about work. But anyhoo, I really want to say this, and I'll take them all on if they care.

My friend has been made redundant, and truthfully, why, we just do not know. Although a guess can be hazarded, which I doubt is too wide of the mark. And let's just say it's lucky he isn't pursuing constructive dismissal.

I blogged a little while ago that it was on the cards, he found out last week. On Monday, it all came to a head, and he decided not to work out his notice, so they let him leave there and then. And that was it. One of my best mates at work has scooted, and the office is a much sadder place (well, apart from some people who are doing cartwheels...). It stinks, and it stinks so much, while the official line is that everyone is a happily bonded team (the CEO breezed in yesterday and said "everyone put yesterday behind us? good good"), we're all looking for new jobs. We are bonded - in disgust at the way our colleague (or ex-colleague now) has been treated.

How does it get like this? I detest office politics, but sometimes people seem to be determined to make them desperately unhappy places to work, and right now, I would give anything not to work stuck in one place for 8 hours a day.