A game of charades

Yesterday I had a rather interesting game of charades.

It wasn't billed as a game of charades though, it was supposedly a keep-in-touch meeting at work because I have been off for the last couple of months due to my depression and stress. In it's own way it was quite comical. Three of the four of us in the room (the other person was a note-taker not fully briefed on the situation) were aware of the farcical nature of the meeting. We even went through the motions of arranging another keep-in-touch meeting in a month's time.

However, 3 of the 4 of us knew perfectly well that meeting which we arranged will never take place. 

Why?

The answer, dear readers is that in less than a fortnight's time I'm facing dismissal due to the treacherous actions of someone who pretended to be a friend. Someone who I represented when they were facing the sack. Someone who I went out of my way chasing hardship funds for after we had been on strike.

Over the last 4 years I have had fantastic support from my trades union and I would like to publicly give my thanks to those who have defended the indefensible on my behalf.

So, where do I go from here?

The answer is that I knuckle down with my studies and get the best degree I can.