So I’ve got _‘That’_ meeting today at work.
If all goes well I get my job back, if all doesn’t then I go to tribunal court. Fingers crossed eh?
I’m at the point where I just want to know. I’m sick of not knowing. Knowing whether I’m sick or not. Good ol’ NHS. I’m sick of stuff being done behind my back. That’s what’s wrong with the world today. No communication. It really does my head in. Truly!
Is it really going to stop the world if someone tells me what’s going on? NO!
Grr I say! GRR!!!!
Anyways. Wish me luck. From the sounds of what the union say I shouldn’t need it but we’ll see.