I feel very odd. It’s been a while since I’ve handed
in my resignation anywhere and I had forgotten that it makes you feel excited,
anxious, vulnerable and weird. I’m doing my usual duties, but I’m only keeping
the seat warm until they find someone else to replace me. I’m planning things
for the future of the company that I will not be around to see the results of.
I am in a strange Limboland of my own creation.
I didn’t know what the reaction from Head Office
would be, but I expected there to be a reaction of some kind. Instead I’ve
heard nothing. Their response to my decision to leave has been complete
silence. No doubt there are a couple of
under-worked middle-managers somewhere, twiddling their abacuses and speaking
to external consultants and deciding whether to let me go and save some wages
or ask me to stay and offer me a few more quid. I imagine, in the end, the
chance to reduce their staffing outgoings will win out over any chance of
improving my contract conditions in an attempt to persuade me to hang around. It’s
pretty much a given that my job title is on the way out next year anyway, so me
leaving in February means they avoid having to pay me redundancy when the
restructuring finally happens.
Anyway – that’s not my concern anymore.
But it might have been nice to be acknowledged, at
least.
RC 2-12-20
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