And they say graduates have nothing to fear

There has been plenty of kerfuffle at work. Plenty of goss. Plenty of speculation. And yet, we are all expected to focus on our jobs.

I can't say that I'm doing very well either. Zits on my face tell it all. To say that I'm not worried is an understatement. Our future lie in the hands of newly appointed presidents who, so I've heard, have big ambitions of relinquishing the idea of external plant engineering services. Others have been quoted as expressing an interest in restructuring and absorbing engineers into the plant instead.

The first step from management is to sniff out any potential happy clappy ones wishing to be made redundant voluntarily. Some are waiting to hear their fate in the next few months, and that would include yours truly. Some are already applying for jobs elsewhere, and that would include 250 others who have already lost their jobs.

Where to from here? I'm not sure. And I have just begun to love doing what I'm doing now. Love engineering? One will never expect to hear that from someone who had a genie wishlist of morphing into anyone but an engineer. Seriously.