The most wonderful time of the year...

My bar got shut down on Monday.

Now there's so many emotions I'm feeling about it, so I thought it best to list them all one by one.
At a later time I may look at this and think "Hmm... perhaps that wasn't fair", but I'm capturing what I'm feeling today after a few days reflection.

Anger
13 days before Christmas, and a large, multi-million pound business closes it's doors turfing it's workers onto the street.
Yes, redundancy pay. Yes, aid in relocation blah blah blah...

13 days before Christmas.

A group of people, probably middle aged men in expensive suits with their fancy company cars, will have come to a decision something like this:
"This one isn't making enough money. The shareholders will not be pleased. Execute the minions."
Ok maybe not like that.
But the point is Christmas is the busiest time of year. They'd have made money staying open a few more weeks. At least let Christmas get out of the way so the people working there who still hadn't done their shopping didn't have the worry of no money coming in at the most expensive time of year. They didn't have to worry about finding more work during a time when you're supposed to be happy and care free.
Or how about closing a month before Christmas, giving the staff the ability to join in the recruiting drive all over the place for the busiest time of the year?
At least give us a chance to look after ourselves!
But no. Middle of the month. No available work because everyone is booked up. I know that, because I'm a DJ trying to magic venues from thin air; venues which covered their asses weeks ago.

Sadness
I had a tear in my eye in the meeting when everyone was told the place was closing, so I walked off before it ended to save my embarrassment.
I openly shed a tear again when my boss asked "Are you alright, kid?".
I'd been there 2 years. The people I worked with I enjoyed seeing. The music they asked for, the drinks they knew I liked... it made me feel happy to go to work.
Also the people who came in there. Yes, inbred apes some of them were. But I met some great people. My phone has been hot the last few days with people ringing and texting and even letting me know about possible places to work.
Maybe they'll carry on texting. Maybe they'll get fed up after a couple of weeks. Maybe they won't even bother after today. Who knows.

Nervous
I'm once again nervous of the future. The plan of working in the same place for another year while I get my computer qualification then launching myself into a new career is, as you can see, going badly. I can't even remember the last time I did an assignment either.
Tonight I'm working in a Yates bar. Next week I'm in a Litten Tree, the same venue chain I've worked for over 2 years. Yet I'm still nervouse about it.
Anyone would think with the way I'm feeling that I've not been a DJ for over a decade and that I don't actually know what I'm doing. What I've got to be nervous about I don't know. The work is cover work. There's no ties. I just need to turn up, play music for 4 hours, and go home.
I'll be glad when the Yates gig tonight is over. As I type this, it's 6 hours away...