To all those of you out there who care, a quick precis of the job situation. They ran scared in the face of impending grief and paid me three months wages in lieu of notice…..not a perfect ending, but better than having to work that notice out in an atmosphere so bad it would have eventually suffocated me. The thing that one has to do in this situation is stand up to the bullies, don’t let them steamroller you and stand your ground. Especially if, as in my case, you haven’t actually done anything wrong. My children have, as I do, an extremely strong sense of justice and injustice, and I have never felt so unjustly done by as I have been over the last few weeks. I feel like I’ve been wrung out like an old dish cloth (and look a bit like it too) and I’m sure my blood pressure is off the Richter scale but a moral victory is one to be savoured!
I am saddened that it ended up in my not having a job, because I did enjoy the vast majority of people who I worked with and the residents and getting a job on the sunny Isle is not an easy task – but who knows, maybe someone will buy a crate load of cushions.
Onwards and upwards mes braves!