Today at work, my HR people sent me an exit survey.
This is my shot. I have finally been given the chance to have my final
say. And now I think I am about to choke.
I did fill it out in full. It is not based on my fantastic interim job I
have now but on the old job… the old crappy, suffocating and demoralising job
that made me physically sick and mentally exhausted.
And I actually hesitated to submit it because I am happy again. All the
pain and frustration I was feeling a mere six months ago has disappeared. That’s
great. I know that’s great to feel that way but part of me really, really wants
pay back.
I want my manager and his manager to understand that bullying staff and making
work three people’s job, is unfair and bullshit.
Yet today I sat there and answered all the questions about what I liked,
what I didn’t like, what should be improved, why I am leaving and then … any
more comments to be made? Oh yeah there were comments! Lots of them.
So tomorrow I am going re-read what I wrote and maybe find a more
logical way to stick to the man than an emotional one. One where I still feel a
little raw about what happened and very excited that I get to tell them all to
sod off and walk happily away from that part of my life.
I enjoyed every minute of working with my colleagues and staff, and
former team mates, but my manager can shove his arrogant ego up his arse.
Still, I need to pace my enthusiasm; I have three weeks to go until I
say au revoir!
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