I've been working for a very nice small company as a freelancer from home. Tonight at 5.30, out of the blue, I got a call from a liquidator telling me the company was bust and that I won't be getting paid a considerable amount of money I'm owed (in the thousands and puts me in a v v bad position with a mortgage and bills to pay). Liquidator Man thought the boss had told me already. Liquidator Man then asked me, in the interests of trying to sell the company as a going concern, to work as normal but without pay and that maybe any potential new owner would make nice and give me some of my hard-earned money if I begged was good.
To my horror, and because I was just stunned at this point, I may have mumbled agreement to this breathtaking piece of piss-taking. Having thought about it, WIBU to set my internal email automatic reply to "Fuck You" tomorrow and paint my lounge instead? Alternative suggestions welcomed.
In the interests of not drip-feeding, there had been rumblings of trouble previously but I thought they'd all been sorted out.