Friday, 25 October 2013

It's all gone far too far this time

It's been a long time since I've blogged, hasn't it?

That's because it has been a truly SHIT summer. Not weather-wise, that's been glorious - and as I have mentioned, when I've had the heart to blog, I have had some happy days in the sun.

The shit I am talking about is work. Back in April we were rounded up for the Redundancy Talk. At the the time it was handled very badly - and since then things have got much, much worse.

For the last six months intelligent, hard-working and talented friends and colleagues - good, good people - have been losing their jobs - or being put through the wringer to battle to get jobs on even lower salaries than they had before.

The redundancies are over (for now) and we've been left with a structure - and I use the term very loosely - where we are horribly understaffed and many of those who are left are doing jobs they haven't been trained for, under immense pressure.

Unsurprisingly, we now have a very stressed and sick workforce.

There is only so long you can go on, being shat on and watching your friends being shat on before something cracks. The misery of it all broke the heart of one dearly-loved colleague. Literally. He died.

The grief here is like a thick grey jelly.

Here is how I cope with stress:


  1. My dear Crab

    That is truly awful. Having been through the mill redundancy wise myself, you have all my sympathy. Organisations, big and small, fail to realise that, the way they treat staff has massive effects on motivation, health & welfare, and morale. 'Twas ever thus.

    Your poor hand, that looks so, so sore. I hope you've seen your Dr. You need time off with that for sure.

    Big gentle hugs coming your way from me.


    1. Thank you Dear Pork Chop!
      Aren't the NHS truly magnificent? A prompt appointment and a big sack of pharmaceuticals and I am almost as good as gold again. I've shed a load of dead skin though - reckon there's a DNA trail of me spreading right across Manchester. Mr Crab has taken to running the dustbuster over me every evening.