Unemployed

At last! Closure on a 'will she, won't she' return to work situation and a firm 'she won't' was the final call. It's been dragging on since the middle of June with Vodafone trying to find me a flexible, part-time role which would mean I'd have enough time to do my job but still give Will time to go to his pre-school.

Unfortunately part-time only seemed to run to 4 days a week and there was no one to job share with. HR finally offered me my old job back - talk about the wheel turning full circle. There was absolutely no way I was prepared to do that again so I confirmed that I would not be returning.

It's then taken nearly 3 weeks, an email and two phone calls from myself to finally confirm that I won't be coming back and that the team will finally be told. A farce.

7 years I've worked there and had some of the happiest times of my career. I always knew that underneath it all I was just a number, but the way I've been treated over the past few weeks have left me feeling completely irrelevant - a nonentity. Very sad to leave on such a low and with so little warmth from a company I've given so much to.

Good decision.

Comments

Anonymous said…
It's official, you can get the tracksuit bottoms out, leave toys in the front garden and drink cans of White Stripe!
It is a sad saying but 'take your hand out of the bucket and will anyone miss me?'
You'll just have to work on your polo handicap and refining the art of coffee drinking and cake baking...after all that is all we do!
18 September 2008 at 22:53
Lowly said…
Congratulations! Here's to your new career as a FULL TIME mother. I am looking forward to the 'ramekin revival' that comes with this promotion.
21 September 2008 at 08:34
Lowly said…
i have just deleted the 2 vodafone email accounts i had for you.

THE END.
30 September 2008 at 08:57
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