My work hardly even exists. I turn up and have to smile for the people who are still insane enough to come our, I hate them for being there but I know it’s my last tenuous link to a paying job. Once they do go, I’m down and out without employment or income or marketable skills. A friend lost their sponsorship, so they can’t stay in Australia but they also can’t leave. I can’t even count how many people I know personally who’ve lost their jobs or are just counting down the shifts. My whole world was hospo. Now we have nothing but to fight for jobs unpacking boxes for other fools to panic but flour.