getting on the second bus for the journey home the other night I was the fifth passenger. The other four on before me and each sitting in a window seat but facing into each other as a group.
They were already talking as I got on, it very quickly became obvious they were all from the same firm, a firm that just the night before had announced major job losses nation wide, many of which in this area.
They had had the official disheartening news at work that day but as yet did not know what it meant for them as individuals.
It was both sad and uncomfortable hearing them mull over the possibilities and try and comfort each other with positive potential outcomes. Yet under it all was an air of distress and a wave of betrayal.
I felt in turns relieved not to be in a similar position and a tad sheepish about how often I grumble about my job. Still this was a time I wished the privacy bubble did exist there was something so personal and raw about this conversation and the emotions on the bus I felt my presence was intrusive.