Yesterday was my first day back at work after my two week break.
I had spent the first week of my holiday worrying about what to do. Whether to stay or go. Whether to take the redundancy offered (apparently if you have been considered for redundancy you have 28 days to decide whether what you have been offered i.e. if part-time working works for you or not) or stick it out. I spoke to friends and family whilst on holiday and decided a) stop wasting my holiday worrying b) to stick with it for the time being and try to make some money outside the normal work environment.
I returned to work with some apprehension but M & D were off on their summer break (perfect timing!). My work colleagues welcomed me back wholeheartedly and one of the managers even said at the end of a short meeting 'All we need to do now is get you back working full-time'.
M had said she wanted to meet me in the afternoon to run through things I would be covering in her absence. I was hoping to speak to her face to face about changing my working days so that they ran consecutively, but she cancelled at the last minute and I had to email her instead.
I await her response tomorrow.
Tuesday, 29 July 2008
Saturday, 12 July 2008
Stress and Relief
So following on rather belatedly from my previous post, I was tired and the tiredness led to stress and the stress led to me making what could have been a pretty bad mistake. You know when you reply to an email and you hit 'Reply to All' when you just meant to hit 'Reply' or vice versa. It was one of those scenarios. It was a personnel issue and it could have been very embarassing for me and by default M. I managed to re-call the majority of the emails. But it did result in M appearing at my desk saying I had to sort out the problem.
It was a problem, but nothing I couldn't resolve with some careful diplomacy, however the problem I couldn't resolve was that the contents of the email, revealed how the company treated people. But then this is what I do. I do the dirty work for M and D.
It made me think that working a few days a week together would be better than working them one day off, one day on. It would possibly make me less stressed for a start.
So now the relief. I will be on holiday for a couple of weeks. This might be a good time to assess my situation and look at the future.
It was a problem, but nothing I couldn't resolve with some careful diplomacy, however the problem I couldn't resolve was that the contents of the email, revealed how the company treated people. But then this is what I do. I do the dirty work for M and D.
It made me think that working a few days a week together would be better than working them one day off, one day on. It would possibly make me less stressed for a start.
So now the relief. I will be on holiday for a couple of weeks. This might be a good time to assess my situation and look at the future.
Thursday, 3 July 2008
Wearing me down
They don't even have to be in the office to wear me down. And they are succeeding. Yesterday I moved my desk further into the room to allow a through flow of air to hit the very far corner where someone is sitting stifling. Today I find out that that person (who has worked for the company a year and a bit) is being asked whether I should move to another location.
I know what they are doing and I'm worn down today by the pettiness of it. I've worked there far longer than this person but obviously am worth far less.
I'm tired.
I know what they are doing and I'm worn down today by the pettiness of it. I've worked there far longer than this person but obviously am worth far less.
I'm tired.
Tuesday, 1 July 2008
Another one bites the dust 2
Yes, another person is losing their job. This time the reason is not redundancy but incompetency. Not really incompetency at all, just being made to work in an environment that was not conducive to them being able to do their job.
I won't even go into the pettiness of their final letter .....
But today is the first day of my new working hours. Part of me is excited but the other part wonders, to misquote Dorothy Parker, what fresh hell there will be on my return.
I won't even go into the pettiness of their final letter .....
But today is the first day of my new working hours. Part of me is excited but the other part wonders, to misquote Dorothy Parker, what fresh hell there will be on my return.
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