In response to Charli Mill’s weekly Flash Fiction Prompt: Industry
One year on, an unexpected correspondence landed in my inbox.
FW: Additional Information – Workpac & Centrelink
At first I thought it was spam, but I recognised the sender. My old boss. Or, to be more accurate, my old boss’s boss’s boss. The big boss.
The big boss was sending out links on how to find work.
Despite having left the industry for my own reasons (and pleased to see the back of it) I couldn’t help but feel a foreboding sorrow.
Operations temporarily suspended. 242 jobs lost.
Owned by a blue-chip company, but ended up another Blue Sky Mine.
This is actually a true story – the mine I used to work at has been one of a number mines in Australia to close. I must have been left on the mailing list by accident to get the email. It’s pretty surprising to see your old boss email you about Centrelink (the government job and income support in Australia). The next day, I saw it on the news: 242 jobs.
I hadn’t kept in touch with anyone I knew from that mine. I wonder what they’re doing, but it would be a bit like rubber-necking to call them now. Some will be okay, and some won’t. Circumstance is a terrible thing. You almost need to plan for bad times, just in case.