Dear former employer,
It’s been ten months since the day you called. I’d just had my performance review, an intense process that involved a three hour self-evaluation and a two hour meeting with my manager. I’d come through with flying colours – I was exceeding all of my KPI’s, I’d been nominated for several staff awards, and I was a highly engaged member of the team.
Then you rang. You’d told me the meeting would be about ‘updating my job title,’ so I’d been expecting to have a conversation about my yearly pay increase – obvs in the bag thanks to my rocking review. You assigned the most unpleasant HR manager and my newly appointed supervisor, a nervy, stumbling mess of a man to drop the bomb: you were making me redundant.
Kate Squires. Image via Facebook.
Like every dumpee ever, I started to plead, to prove my worth. “But I’ve given four years of my life to this company,” I said, shaking and trying to comprehend why you were ditching me. “I’ve been an exemplary staff member, I’ve been promoted! I’ve gone above and beyond at every turn!” I’d also endangered my marriage by travelling extensively for my job and had my son in full-time care since he was seven months old, all because I was dedicating myself to my career within this company.
“We’re sorry,” was the only response. “We’re going in a different direction. Your position no longer exists.”
And that was it. Dumped. Out on my arse. I wept. I drank a lot of wine. I frantically combed Seek, hoping that the perfect job might appear. I spent every night for a month lying awake in crippling anxiety. I’m not proud of it, but you broke my spirit that day.
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Great to hear yet another woman rejoice in rediscovering her happiness and satisfaction in resuming the traditional role of full time mother and supporting wife. Yet another testament to what the world really lost when it lost the nuclear family.
I have been made redundant 4 times in 29 years. Twice because the business closed and twice because my role was centralised to Sydney and all the state roles were abolished. In each case, I was paid minimum redundancy - none of the happy 2 weeks for each year of service that many other employees receive. In the first case, I received 8 weeks pay for 11 years service, because they were closing and that was the minimum the law permitted. I was devastated at the time, and felt my identity was partly defined by what I did for a living. Plus, I loved the job, and grieved that loss. In 2 of the other redundancies, I had been with those companies many years, our sites were achieving better results than "head office", yet management informed us that costs needed to be cut, and independent advice from accounting firms (with no specific industry knowledge) had recommended the process. As I remained in contact with other colleagues, I have been sadly updated that, in both cases, results plummented and costs actually increased. The centralisation process was fully reversed in one, and is in the process of being reversed in the other company. So many employees were left in difficult financial situations, some suffered depression, lives were turned upside down, for experiments that failed. My father worked for the government, and went through similar merry-go-rounds, always being lucky, before ultimately being happily made redundant in his 60's with a golden handshake just before he was due to retire. Someone didn't do their research. Again. Governments and large organisations need to show some loyalty to employees who have given years of service, and with it, a piece of themselves. Redundancy must be the absolute last option, not a short term fix while the market is low, or a cost saving experiment to boost the price of their shares. The human cost is too great.