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Okay so everything is in a state of flux where I work at the moment. It the end of an era.

The business is folding.

A major round of redundancies has been announced and the consultation period has started. People don’t yet know if they are going to be asked to leave at the end of March or if they will have to stay on for a bit longer.

The general atmosphere is one of bitterness. People are muted

Fearful for the future and pissed off at the present.

I am fearful.

And I find it terribly sad that the business is so mismanaged that it has come to this

I’ve worked for this Trust for over a decade. I’ve had 5 different jobs since I joined and it has served me well. As a single mother I was able to balance my work/home life. As time passed I was promoted and my pay has more than doubled over the years.

Do I want to go?

Oh Hell yes!

I want out of this crazy negative energy.

I’ve always wanted to start my own business and the money would set me on that road nicely. With the advice of my mentors, the business concept I have and the connections readily available I believe that I can make it.

I feel that this is one of those times to make that leap for employed to self-employed.

Take that risk!


Thank Goodness Its over

I am so glad the holiday season is over!

Its been a ridiculous challenge for me this year.

I’ve battled with not getting presents and organised, a broken front window, a broken boiler resulting in no hot water (still on-going), the ill health of a family member, a truculent kid causing mayhem, a new man, a stalling project, uncertain work environment and insomnia.

Enough to drive me absolutely crazy.

Yet here I am getting ready to skip off to the Royal Albert Hall my Inny to see a show.

I’m stronger than I think

The Brush


There is a considerable amount of pressure where I work at the moment but I don’t know if there is anything more annoying than the ‘brush off’.

The classic ‘brush off’ where you discuss with someone what needs to be done; they agree to do it just to get you off their back.

Then they walk away and file whatever they agreed to do at the very bottom of the pile, back of their mind………………….

They do this, usually, because the work is not that important to them or their department.

The fact that it is part of a whole, part of a chain of events, part of a greater process is not their problem.

The fact that, if not completed, it adversely affects other teams, that it is inconvenient or causes major disruption is not their problem.

They are too busy with their own job.

Even though the task they are asked to perform is part of their own job.

I see this in all areas of the business now as everyone works in ever increasing pressure.

It seems each department is on the defensive.

Blame is a loaded and fully cocked gun.

The team is no longer a team.

And there is no light;

Only the tunnel




Over Sensitive Moi?



I have worked for over 29 years and I don’t think I have ever come across someone as condescending and who creeps me out as much as one of our new interim directors.

What to do about a man  who is constantly referring to himself in third person as ‘Uncle Jack’ when in meetings or addressing the company as a whole?

Here are some examples;

When in a meeting of senior managers he said “now let’s get it right because when Uncle Jack has to go to face the client he wants to have and easy time of it because Uncle Jack likes an easy time”

“Aha Miss X can take the minutes for Uncle Jack because she’s so good at it” to the youngest woman in the room who happened to be in her mid-thirties and a very capable department manager.  On another occasion he asked “this little lady can tale the minutes can’t you?” ….too me!

I replied ‘errrrm no I can’t be taking minutes and contribute adequately to the meeting perhaps you should book the office PA in future’

It’s been noted that he asks the youngest woman in the room to write the minutes in every meeting

When I explained how annoying this was to my former line manager he said that Uncle Jack was eccentric, the kind of guy who wears tweed at the weekend drives a Landover and would never change. He told me that I should get used to it as he means no harm and it’s no big deal.

Well that told me!

Maybe, despite being a 45 year old department manager and a single mother of two, one of whom is a graduate; I should just be ‘a good girl’ hand back my voter registration card and get on the back of the bus.

fatigue (fəˈtiːɡ)

fatigue (fəˈtiːɡ)
1. physical or mental exhaustion due to exertion
2. a tiring activity or effort
3. physiol the temporary inability of an organ or part to respond to a stimulus because of overactivity
4. the progressive cracking of a material subjected to alternating stresses, esp vibrations
5. the temporary inability to respond to a situation or perform a function, because of overexposure or overactivity: compassion fatigue
6. a.  any of the mainly domestic duties performed by military personnel, esp as a punishment
b.  (as modifier): fatigue duties
7. (pl) special clothing worn by military personnel to carry out such duties



Today again I am sitting at my desk feeling totally fatigued. It all seems like such an uphill battle to sort out the situation we are in and plan forward.

I’m so tired of repeating myself. I’m tired of trying to squeeze information out of people that should pass it on as a matter of routine.

How can one improve the flow of information in a business where it has not been appropriately shared in the past? Senior managers love the term top level information and often hold staff meetings where the only real information imparted is the current sales figures and actual difficult resource issues are not really addressed.

I used to love my job.