Can't even stand to tell the story.
I'm looking at my life's work - my own custom furniture company - dying a slow death. Rounds of layoffs every couple of months - we've gone from 21 workers in August to 9 now, and I have to let 2 more go next week. I'm in my late 40s and haven't worked for anyone else since my teens, so I'm not looking forward to hitting the streets and looking for a job. I'm doing everything that I can to keep the company alive until the turnaround, but it's not looking positive right now. A year ago I thought I was sitting pretty: after years of struggle, we finally started to land jobs from the best, richest clientele in the country. You guessed it: New York banks and investment firms. I've done work for all the names you read in the papers, but that market has flatlined. At least I've got plenty of wood to knock for luck. I'm going to need it.

Mort
(mortdubois lacks imagination, doesn't play well with others, Sun 25 Jan 2009, 23:07, 2 replies)

Good Luck
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(kebabking - salad and garlic mayo pls, Mon 26 Jan 2009, 10:30, closed)

Ooh
Do you have a catalogue and deliver to the UK?
(powervator and NONE SHALL PASS, Mon 26 Jan 2009, 16:26, closed)