By JAB
My job has been made redundant. The team must be downsized. It's not I who am redundancy, but my job. I must hold onto this fundamental fact, at least until I find another job.
My colleagues are
second-guessing the motives, schemes and outcomes but I’m confident I’ll get
another job. I try to detach from their gossip and the grapevine. My manager
encourages me to apply for internal jobs; to date there is only one that might suit
and so I do. It’s basically my former role, rebadged and paying half the hourly
rate.
I consult Wikipedia and note
one definition of redundancy;
‘Layoff, termination of employment of a person whose post becomes unnecessary.’
Surely the basic support tasks I currently perform are still crucial to the new
restructure. There seems to be a disconnect here. Have I been shafted? I plead
with my managers for a re-evaluation of the old versus new position descriptions
and the new hourly rate, but my small voice falls upon deaf ears. It’s all
about the dollars, I am told.
I begin to apply for external
jobs – just in case. I am feeling confident that I will survive the
restructure; after all, I have successfully managed my career to suit my needs
– until now. I update my profile on Seek and break an oath with myself to re-assign
with Linked-in. I have avoided social media, but realise I must now get with
the program.
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