Welcome to Warblers wailing wall, a kind of diary documenting a persobnal view of the current recession and the impending axe, as I look like being at the front of the queue in the casualty department. It's not intended to be a self-pitying indulgence in melancoly, but some periodic observations laced with the odd angry outburst and moderately amusing story. Today's focus for my ire was radio 5's 'financial expert' (would we be in this mess in the first place if it wasn't for financial experts?). Anyway, what we need to do apparently is change our lifestyles a bit, and he suggested for instance that we "stay at home, cook our own food, and.... (wait for it).... "eat it". For Gods sake what planet do these people come from. I've been just about surviving on a break even since 2002 and long ago forewent the luxury of eating out.
Suffice to say ye Warbler has been on a time expiry contract with a promise that very soon a permament post would be released and he'd be slotted into it. The problem however, is that the individual who made this promise was given notice of redundancy yesterday and can no longer affect the measure thus. Indeed, quite a few people (about 40) appear to be in the same boat, and with corporate policy dictaing that full time permament staff take precedence over temporary staff, ye olde Warbler is toast.
On the other side of the equation we have a so called 'restructure' being conducted behind our backs (an organisational change policy has never been adopted so the scope for skullduggery and cloak and dagger deals with hidden agendas is high). Reading between the lines it has become apparent that something of a scorched earth policy has been implemented against us over the past few months, and we've been feeding off scraps thrown down from the high table, and just been cast incoherent pieces of work with little more than a 3 month shelf life. I'd been getting worried by this development, as I know what it's symptomatic of. It was increasingly apparent to me that we would be the casualty in this budget saving exercise based purely on the fact that the person conducting it had no interest, and little knowledge of the work area. That in itself isn't a disaster, but when they're particularly passionate about another area (having worked in it for such a long time now) it was obvious how the axe would fall.
There is a third (political) angle to this car crush which I can't get to the bottom of even if all the tacit signs are there that it's operating. Our own work area was most closely associated with a political party that is no longer in control (indeed the person who encouraged me to hang on in there with the view to the permament position) was also associated thus. It would be unfair in truth as this isn't really the case, but then perception is more important than reality, and I must have been pretty unlucky in finding myself working for an organisation that returned a labour vote in Mays election (talk about backing the wrong horse how unlucky is that?). The laws of averages must have been 1/200 in my favour, but I still found the one. As a child I was never much good at 'pinning the tail on the donkey', but I'm clearly lethal at finding the one city in the country that voted the other way. It half reminds me of a scene from the Alamo (one of the most historically inaccurate films Hollywood ever made. Anyway, John Wayne is standing on the ramparts as the various Mexican regiments advance on him from all four sides, some how the penny drops with you, that you aren't escaping this one!!! It's just a question of which of them breaches the defences first and finishes you off.
So the noose tightens, and I did indeed manage to blow a job interview yesterday (as is my way) it takes me about 5 or 6 before I remember how to do them again. At least I'd read the writing on the wall and had started trying to pro-actively cheat the hangman.
This morning was quite depressing, as frustration over the last 3 years has been the watch word at work. It's the first time I've worked somewhere where I really felt I genuinely had the ammunition to do a proper job and make a big difference. It's just that there's no appetite or ambition in the organisation to do anything adventurous. The corporate plan has just been issued for instance and I wept when I read it such is the paucity of the strategic level of thinking from well paid individuals responsible for its production, and this only adds to my sense of frustration. I get the chance to quiz the Cheif Executive on it shortly (or so I'm told, but i very much doubt it as I'm sure he won't be inviting awkward questions that pretty well blast holes across his four of six core priorities). Anyway enough of zee rant
I duly sat down this morning and tried to contemplate a career (aged 41 now - birthday last Friday). It's not a nice feeling when you suddenly discover that you haven't got that much by way of transferable skills and quickly end up concluding that you're 'bloody useless really'. Even though I'd happily entertain a change of direction, I can't imagine for the life of me what it is likely to be, and so almost by default I'm pretty well marooned in the same narrow field.
I can blag it out until November so might be able to effect an escape yet, but there's that grim realisation when you finally accept that the party's over, that the cavalry ain't coming, and that the future looks grim. Your mind naturally turns to where you're going to live etc. I have no personal debt, but no significant savings either. The economy is pretty well down the toilet and the prospects look bleak all round. In a strange way I'm not massively depressed about things yet, and in my experience it's only when you emerge the other side of such personal ordeals of uncertainty that the gravity of it all hits.
We shall see......
I'll endeavour to keep things up to date and anyone else who has the misfortune to suffer during the next year or so, by all means feel free to join the wailing wall.
nb
If anyone is aware where I work, or can similarly work it out, please don't post the name of the employer
Suffice to say ye Warbler has been on a time expiry contract with a promise that very soon a permament post would be released and he'd be slotted into it. The problem however, is that the individual who made this promise was given notice of redundancy yesterday and can no longer affect the measure thus. Indeed, quite a few people (about 40) appear to be in the same boat, and with corporate policy dictaing that full time permament staff take precedence over temporary staff, ye olde Warbler is toast.
On the other side of the equation we have a so called 'restructure' being conducted behind our backs (an organisational change policy has never been adopted so the scope for skullduggery and cloak and dagger deals with hidden agendas is high). Reading between the lines it has become apparent that something of a scorched earth policy has been implemented against us over the past few months, and we've been feeding off scraps thrown down from the high table, and just been cast incoherent pieces of work with little more than a 3 month shelf life. I'd been getting worried by this development, as I know what it's symptomatic of. It was increasingly apparent to me that we would be the casualty in this budget saving exercise based purely on the fact that the person conducting it had no interest, and little knowledge of the work area. That in itself isn't a disaster, but when they're particularly passionate about another area (having worked in it for such a long time now) it was obvious how the axe would fall.
There is a third (political) angle to this car crush which I can't get to the bottom of even if all the tacit signs are there that it's operating. Our own work area was most closely associated with a political party that is no longer in control (indeed the person who encouraged me to hang on in there with the view to the permament position) was also associated thus. It would be unfair in truth as this isn't really the case, but then perception is more important than reality, and I must have been pretty unlucky in finding myself working for an organisation that returned a labour vote in Mays election (talk about backing the wrong horse how unlucky is that?). The laws of averages must have been 1/200 in my favour, but I still found the one. As a child I was never much good at 'pinning the tail on the donkey', but I'm clearly lethal at finding the one city in the country that voted the other way. It half reminds me of a scene from the Alamo (one of the most historically inaccurate films Hollywood ever made. Anyway, John Wayne is standing on the ramparts as the various Mexican regiments advance on him from all four sides, some how the penny drops with you, that you aren't escaping this one!!! It's just a question of which of them breaches the defences first and finishes you off.
So the noose tightens, and I did indeed manage to blow a job interview yesterday (as is my way) it takes me about 5 or 6 before I remember how to do them again. At least I'd read the writing on the wall and had started trying to pro-actively cheat the hangman.
This morning was quite depressing, as frustration over the last 3 years has been the watch word at work. It's the first time I've worked somewhere where I really felt I genuinely had the ammunition to do a proper job and make a big difference. It's just that there's no appetite or ambition in the organisation to do anything adventurous. The corporate plan has just been issued for instance and I wept when I read it such is the paucity of the strategic level of thinking from well paid individuals responsible for its production, and this only adds to my sense of frustration. I get the chance to quiz the Cheif Executive on it shortly (or so I'm told, but i very much doubt it as I'm sure he won't be inviting awkward questions that pretty well blast holes across his four of six core priorities). Anyway enough of zee rant
I duly sat down this morning and tried to contemplate a career (aged 41 now - birthday last Friday). It's not a nice feeling when you suddenly discover that you haven't got that much by way of transferable skills and quickly end up concluding that you're 'bloody useless really'. Even though I'd happily entertain a change of direction, I can't imagine for the life of me what it is likely to be, and so almost by default I'm pretty well marooned in the same narrow field.
I can blag it out until November so might be able to effect an escape yet, but there's that grim realisation when you finally accept that the party's over, that the cavalry ain't coming, and that the future looks grim. Your mind naturally turns to where you're going to live etc. I have no personal debt, but no significant savings either. The economy is pretty well down the toilet and the prospects look bleak all round. In a strange way I'm not massively depressed about things yet, and in my experience it's only when you emerge the other side of such personal ordeals of uncertainty that the gravity of it all hits.
We shall see......
I'll endeavour to keep things up to date and anyone else who has the misfortune to suffer during the next year or so, by all means feel free to join the wailing wall.
nb
If anyone is aware where I work, or can similarly work it out, please don't post the name of the employer