Is this it?

The money has arrived. Finally this might be the end of it. I may take a few more phone calls and emails from managers but that hopefully will die out and I can get on with my life.

For those of you who have read this blog and stuck with it, thanks for your support - we got there in the end.

For those of you who may now just be joining - enjoy the ride.

When you get to the top of the mountain, keep climbing.

Poor Cliff

Countdown - Plus 5

Just had confirmation that my payment will not be until the end of the month and supposedly it has to be ratified at board level!

This is a company of 20+ employees and falling. Board level - what bollocks! They can do what they like without going to the Board. They are the f**king board!

Countdown - Plus 4

It ain't over till the fat lady sings and unfortunately she is still in the dressing room, touching up her make-up and making sure she can walk in her new shoes.

Yesterday I emailed the accountant to check when I would get paid. He had already said to me on my last day that he would try to get payment out that day. Nothing had turned up in my bank account. I checked the internet to see what was the standard time to wait for redundancy pay and apparently it should be paid on the day you leave.

Accountant emailed back to say that D was checking with his solicitors to see when I should be paid.

The fat lady has a knife tucked into her knicker leg.

Countdown - New Day

Yes, its all over bar the shouting (and the money in my account). My last day yesterday. I carried on as normal. Not a word from D, but a few nice words from M (and I think she believed them too). I accepted them with good grace.

I decided I would do my own Exit Interview and I posted it to them at the end of the day. I wanted closure on this whole sorry state of affairs and I felt I was owed that. I don't know if they will even read it or take on board what I said. I wasn't harsh or too critical just stated the facts as I saw them.

My leaving-do in the pub across the road from the main office was a happy affair. Some people were close to tears and that didn't include me luckily. I didn't think I'd stay the course but I did.

I'm not sure if this blog will continue. It might convert to a redundancy blog and report my experiences there or Poor Cliff may reincarnate as his true self, who knows?

So that's it. Onwards and Upwards!

Countdown - Day Two

Nothing has changed. Penultimate day at work, no eye contact from M. Nothing but nasty emails and bullying. Then after her charitable work in the afternoon she was normal again. Well, when I say normal, I mean able to look me in the eye and talk to me.

No exit interview though because apparently 'I've made my views clear enough'. But have I and to whom? Ah, this must be a reference to the little tirade I had at D a month ago. So she doesn't want to hear/see/read my exit interview because it won't agree with her view of herself. Delusional.

Repentance

The phone call to her favourite did the trick. M sent a text apologising - it took her over two days. Obviously her christian conscience needs a little tweaking.

Guilt

Today I called M's favourite. That makes her sound like a medieval monarch - authoritative, spiteful and fickle. I called her favourite to let him know that I would not behave as she was. I would be generous and helpful. I would come back to work for my two final days and I would assist in anyway I could, now and in the future. Managers can call me if they need information, I will not be petty. He said that yes, M spoke to him after our conversation and she felt guilty, I sounded dreadful and she felt bad. Not trying to be too unkind, this does not sound like the M I know. It sounds like the M she wants him to think she is.

I felt like advising him (although I didn't), how quickly one can go from being her favourite to being one who isn't fit even for eye contact or respect.

Actually, I think he was right. She is feeling guilty. In describing her behaviour to a relative who had gone through similar experiences, their guilt makes them behave even worse to the person they are treating badly.... as they are constant reminder of how badly they have treated them.

Countdown Day Three

Message from M : Please ensure you have a dr certificate when you return next week. Pl call me on mob as soon as you can. Thk you.

What is wrong with me? I have had the worst chest infection in 25 years. I am not prepared to jeopardise my health.

Doctor's certificates are issued after 7 days off sick. I've only been sick 3. She responds that for me 3 days are working week...... Does that make sense? Does that make it 7 days? She asks is that 7 working days?

Please not to send texts to other people regarding my being off as it only refers to her. I tell her I had to let other people know as I was doing something for them today and the fact that she did not pass on my weekend text to anyone at all meant I had to cover all options.

It was very inconvenient my being off as there was so much to do. Did I think I would be in next week? I think she thinks I still have her company concerns at heart.

Countdown Day Four

Yes four days to go before my impending departure from M & D. Still at home ill, but feeling far better than I have since before Christmas. One manager texted to ask (yet again) for a missing password. The fourth time of asking.

New Year

Today is the first day back after the Christmas break. I've stayed at home. My lack of energy led to a chest infection so since 22nd December to now I've been ill, taking antibiotics which make me itch. I texted M yesterday evening at 6.00 p.m. to let her know I would not be coming in today. I've heard nothing. I did think of forwarding my text to D and asking for an acknowledgement but decided against it. Yes, Happy New Year to you too.