![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Gotta Get Through This
May. 21st, 2012 08:16 pmMet Briony and Rachel this morning to discuss this year's Eurovision cake sale. They're doing it for my chosen charity MIND again, and have secured the use of an empty table in their section. We briefly considered holding the sale tomorrow to tie in with the first semi-final, but agreed that Friday would be best, to give people all week to bake their cakes.
Had my 'Redeployment' meeting today - my first meeting with Steph, my 'personal case worker'. She did take a weight off my shoulders by confirming that I'm safe in my current post till New Year's Eve. Phew.
She gave me some advice about resources available in the office to help me search for another job, and reminded me that our South Wales office are accepting applications for people to move on promotion - and that there are posts there where I might qualify as a lateral mover. So the Land of Song might beckon me yet.
Steph also advised me not to rule out working in the Shitpool again as a short-term measure, reckoning that opportunities for promotion might start up again at our office some time next year. I had just given her a document I'd typed setting out my argument why I should not work in the Shitpool because it would send my already medication-needing-high blood pressure skyward. Her only comment on that was that she had no medical knowledge so couldn't comment, and would have to refer me for a health check with the department's health check provider (the same company that put me through a health check twice for the MK job). She clearly didn't think my health argument was valid as she urged me more than once to look on returning to the Shitpool as a viable option - though she did concede near the end that we should focus mostly on finding me work somewhere else since "that's clearly your preferred option".
I will look at the South Wales vacancies and the job hunting related resources. But I will not erase the line I have drawn. I can spot danger to my health even if officialdom can't. And just as one whisky is too much for a recovering alcoholic, one shift on the phones is too much for a recovering ex-telephone interviewer.
From there it was back to the (relative) sanity of my office - to find an email saying I had to have follow-up meetings with Steph once a month. An incentive to keep trying for other posts, I guess - and at the end of the day, if I haven't found another job by then, she cannot stop me dodging the Shitpool by simply handing in my notice at the end of November.
Keeping calm and carrying on.
Had my 'Redeployment' meeting today - my first meeting with Steph, my 'personal case worker'. She did take a weight off my shoulders by confirming that I'm safe in my current post till New Year's Eve. Phew.
She gave me some advice about resources available in the office to help me search for another job, and reminded me that our South Wales office are accepting applications for people to move on promotion - and that there are posts there where I might qualify as a lateral mover. So the Land of Song might beckon me yet.
Steph also advised me not to rule out working in the Shitpool again as a short-term measure, reckoning that opportunities for promotion might start up again at our office some time next year. I had just given her a document I'd typed setting out my argument why I should not work in the Shitpool because it would send my already medication-needing-high blood pressure skyward. Her only comment on that was that she had no medical knowledge so couldn't comment, and would have to refer me for a health check with the department's health check provider (the same company that put me through a health check twice for the MK job). She clearly didn't think my health argument was valid as she urged me more than once to look on returning to the Shitpool as a viable option - though she did concede near the end that we should focus mostly on finding me work somewhere else since "that's clearly your preferred option".
I will look at the South Wales vacancies and the job hunting related resources. But I will not erase the line I have drawn. I can spot danger to my health even if officialdom can't. And just as one whisky is too much for a recovering alcoholic, one shift on the phones is too much for a recovering ex-telephone interviewer.
From there it was back to the (relative) sanity of my office - to find an email saying I had to have follow-up meetings with Steph once a month. An incentive to keep trying for other posts, I guess - and at the end of the day, if I haven't found another job by then, she cannot stop me dodging the Shitpool by simply handing in my notice at the end of November.
Keeping calm and carrying on.
