I have been thinking back all those years ago when I first started working for this company. The excitement of a new job and meeting new people. Of not being unemployed anymore, watching your redundancy running out and the need to get a job!
How times have changed.
Six years on and I am sitting in the office with a pile of excruciatingly dull, tedious and utterly boring work to do. The same questions being asked by the same people who have been given the same answers to those same questions, over and over and over again. It’s soul destroying but what with the horrendous issues going on in my personal life at the moment, I just don’t have the energy to resign and look for another job.
Nor will I…
I am doing exactly what I did at my last place when my team were being marginalised and treated badly. I am digging my heels in, because history seems to be repeating itself. And I say now, what I said back in 2010 approximately: that I am not leaving until I either retire or they make me redundant. Whichever comes first. I will not leave without getting money out of them. They don’t call me bolshie for nothing! Two years later after I first said that, I got my wish, as did they, because it was only a matter of time before they could legitimately get rid of me.
It is probably not the most brilliant decision I have made but honestly, I have never worked for a company that doesn’t seem to know what to do with my small team. We have been in finance, then procurement then finance and back into procurement. Not to mention the physical moves to various offices we have had to put up with.
Make up your mind!
There are rumbles that they might be pointing their beady eye in our direction again at some point. There may be some truth in that, but whereas once I would have been shit scared of being made redundant, I survived the last experience and, if it happens again, I will survive this one. However, if you are going to do that, could you do it at the end of October, as I will have a full six years of reckonable service under my belt by then. I just like things neat and tidy, thanks.
If they do put me up for the chop, I may ask for early retirement, as I am of a certain age and could be eligible. I would still need to look for a job but maybe a part-time one to top up the funds (sadly, I can’t afford to fully retire yet).
Or, I could just win the ruddy lottery and skip happily into the sunset. No, ignore that. I meant walk sedately into the sunset. Hmm, limp into the sunset, holding my walking stick just in case, because safety first, you never know…