They dropped the bomb on us at the asylum this morning. All non-management employees are now cut back to a four day work week.


I'm trying to work my way past the "feckin' hell, what am I supposed to do now?" feelings and forward to the "I'm scrappy and I've made it through harder times than this, it'll be fine if I just focus."

For the moment, I'm sorta stuck on the feckin' hell part.

I know things are tough all over and I know from my visits around the blogosphere that I'm not alone. We'll get through this.. and we may as well smile as we go.

That's my plan anyway.

We'll talk more later.