Bombshell

So, work just announced that our prosecutions division - the area that I've been the legal assistant for for the past seven-ish years - is going to merge with the prosecutions division of the Ministry of Labour. The prosecutors will be relocating to the MoL office.

I won't be going with them.

They're keeping me here. Despite seven plus years of experience in doing the job, in spite of the effort I've put into making sure everything runs smoothly. Despite the fact I enjoy the job and put my heart into it. Despite the fact there's not actually enough work with the solicitors for three of us, if H's reading for half the day is anything to go by.

I guess you don't actually realise how much you love something and appreciate stability until it's gone. I've got relationships with all of my prosecutors - I call them my boys as shorthand - and I have to say goodbye to them, all at once. Come May, they'll be out of the office and in another building and I'll be facing an uncertain future as S.'s lackey, by the looks.

Thank god I'll hopefully be qualified as a paralegal by September, so I have options. This is so not how I wanted things to go. :(