I walked over to the director’s office and stood in the hallway, clearly able to see the HR chick thought the frosted glass. I knew he wouldn’t be alone.
I heard her say they weren’t going to talk about all the details that were going to end up as hearsay anyway, and she said not to say word one about my illness. This chick knows her job. So anyway, he professionally addressed me and handed me a letter stating that he was eliminating the position I hold from the department. No longer needed, apparently. I only bust my ass here but whatever…right? They didn’t want to go blow by blow with me because my performance issues are tiny…the health issues are none of their business.
He started to pretend to care..told me to take the day off, paid…said I could have some more days off too if I needed them. I may just take them. What does it matter now?
I’ve shot off a dozen email to friends here asking them to keep their ears to the ground for any job opportunities that may come up…they did give me four months notice, which was kind, I guess. I should be able to find something in four months, even if the job is shit.
There’s an HR lady who is going to help me through this process and help me find a new job – but, if I cannot find one, at the end of my four months I pack up and leave the hospital organization with my piddly severance pay and a slap on the back.
So now I’m locked in my office, bawling. The director wants me to go home. I don’t know what I want to do.