I was all ready. February 29th, an auspicious date. The leap into the unknown on the leap day. But, at the 11th hour, a(n)... reprieve? additional sentence? I was asked if I'd be willing to take an extension of contract. Only 2 months. I agreed. Because, due to various bonuses and performance-related salary increase and the manner in which the redundancy payment is calculated, I could be in line for an extra couple of k, not to be refused at this juncture.
But of course, all plans (vague as they were) must go on hold now. I'm not sure what to feel. So I shan't