Making Decisions And Feeling A Weight Lifted

Hello,
As a few of you might be aware I've had the threat of impending redundancy hanging over me since January of this year. My employer has being doing their best to make my life a misery since then an in fact for some time before that thinking back. Anyway for ages this has been a huge weight on my shoulders on the one hand I love my job and see lots of potential to develop it but on the other I resent witnessing the bullying of good staff, the over promotion of incompetents and the air of downright nastiness that pervades the place.

The final straw for me was when I was asked this week to train a lower paid and sub standard member of staff to replace me. My describing him in such scathing terms is not sour grapes or motivated by my dislike of him. No one in the office will allow him near their projects if they can help it because he wreaks havoc. Until now I had enjoyed more success than most, in that I had against all the odds, managed to keep him away from my clients and doing statistics, 'research' and administration. However the powers that be would now like him to do all of the above plus all my tasks which includes interviewing clients and managing their caseloads as well as all the other bits and bobs I get up to and pick up extra tasks from other staff as required.

I'm trying to focus on the fact that he is willing to do my job for £7 per hour (come to think of it he'd do it for £7 p/a) and that my merry band of immigrants are regarded by management as more trouble than they're worth). The immigrants annoy my boss by undermining her assertion that there is no hope for anyone living on a council scheme. They will go offering us their teenage children as free interpreters, working hard, learning new skills and starting businesses. A success story for my boss is getting Mr Chan on to disability benefits he neither wants nor needs, for me it is helping Mr Chan get a job then once he's saved a bit helping him start a business. Honestly they drive me insane in that place. You tell them some Turkish fellow is making two grand a week in the shop you helped him start and they think it's a tragedy because he's no longer entitled to housing benefit.

I am by no means the perfect employee. Give me six months in a job and I've got a report as long as your arm with the aim of expanding my role or making improvements. I think that's an affliction left over from running my own show. On the plus side I'm rarely absent or late and I am a grafter. I was told when I took on my current role my aim was to 'empower the refugee and migrant worker communities' which I think I've done in that my aim has always been to show them them that in the long run they don't need me. These are by and large fit, healthy, intelligent people they don't need spoon fed just a listening ear and pointed in the right direction.

My replacement on the other hand cannot see a world beyond benefits. I allowed him to advise a client this week and was horrified as he advised him that under no circumstances should he take a job that pays more than the minimum wage and offers more than 15 hours work per week. I got involved and explained to the chap that if he took the job he was considering he'd be £35 a week better off even after paying his rent and council tax.

Anyway it may be that my boss is right and I really am encouraging folk to pursue a 'right wing agenda' by doing their best to support themselves. Maybe I do deserve to be made redundant, though I don't think I do. I simply don't care anymore. I have set up a special email address for my clients to contact me once I've left. I've also arranged my own surgery where they can come for advice, all off my own back and I may I add without a penny of funding -any volunteers who wish to help me out are more than welcome but if it comes to it I'll manage myself.

On top of that I have decided that if I'm not made redundant by the end of next month I will put my notice in at the end of August (for reasons of holidays etc). Prior to which I'll start my business(es) . As I'll be able to conduct all my business over the phone and internet I can live anywhere in the world I like so if I don't make much I'll just move somewhere cheap to live.

Ultimately I have my aims my employers have theirs but they don't pay me anything like enough to allow myself to be treated poorly. There are two things I need to tell you all in case I am killed in the morning. Lack of money is no excuse for grovelling and it takes creditors about six months of non payment to take you to court.

A Real Touch Of Class

I can't view this without longing for Blackpool.

Poor Manchester

Poor Manchester. Still at least they don't need to share a city with the ill tempered buffoons on a permanent basis. Mind you I blame 'How To Good Look Naked' for this. In my day an arse like that would have been concealed nowadays it's to be bared in the name of personal empowerment. If you know the tubby fool -tell him that arse is God's way of telling him to eat less lard not an invitation to imitate Blonde Ambition era Madonna in public. Diamond Dan must be black affronted.

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Save The Adipose, Behead The Bean Counters

Hello,
I note that the BBC are harassing knitters now. God it's such a bothering channel! Say what you like about ITV but it isn't always trying to get us to behave. Why won't the BBC leave us alone? If it's not Blue Peter annoying us about bloody 'Bring and Buy', they're bothering us with Children in Need. Why can't Blue Peter just call bring and buy sales jumble sales like normal folk anyway? It's the classic hallmark of a botherer that -trying to turn life's little pleasures into something worthy. I remember they once featured an ex-employer of mine on Watchdog, our life wasn't worth living for weeks afterwards. I don't want to go into detail -suffice to say I got my head nipped by angry pensioners with anti-Scottish conspiracy theories. Awful.

To walk towards the vaguest direction of the point, a fan of both knitting and Doctor Who has knitted some very sweet little 'adipose' toys. Apparently the adipose are some sort of villains though as I gaze into their mother me eyes I find this impossible to believe. I expect they're just misunderstood. Whatever the moral character of the little sweeties, knitted versions make the BBC very cross, very cross indeed.

It's the usual old rot about copyright. What in God's name do we pay a licence fee for? We own all that stuff. As far as I'm concerned anything BBC produced is fair game whether it's knitted, boiled or painted. It's the effrontery that gets me. I'll bet the maniacs, and there is no other word for them, behind this decision have been at home boring their wives senseless about this 'threat' for days now. It's simply appalling. If we tolerate this crochet will be next.

Nevertheless I am a reasonable person, if the BBC don't want us to copy their stuff then they should stop showing it to all and sundry and scrap the licence fee.

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Isn't Diamond Dan A Marvel?

Hello,
For the love of God look at this!

'Diamond Dan will be the kind of person who offers his seat on a crowded bus to an elderly lady. He won't drop litter and he will be keen on recycling.' More......

Sweet Jesus! I don't know what to say.

The bawdy hand of the dial is now upon the prick of noon

Hello,

A lovely article about the art of innuendo.

Thanks to Surreptitious Evil

Cheers

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