Tuesday, March 1, 2016

the continuing saga...

of piiiiiigs innnnn spaaaace.
Do you remember that?
It's from the Muppets back in the 70s.


I loved the Muppets,
but Pigs in Space was a weird but
it's title sticks in my head.
Funny that.

Boy Mags hates the Muppets.
Actually she seemed to hate anything that attempted humour.
I wonder why that was?

Anyway, being redundant is getting tiresome.
Well it is and it isn't.

I decided to give myself until the end of February 
before I started applying for jobs.
So I've done that and even got any 'extra' day in the form of leap day.
Though I did apply for a job yesterday that is a good fit for me
but is back in Canterbury.
Which would be fine if the earthquakes had stopped stopped.
It kind of raises the stakes in the desirability of moving back to Canty.
It's not an unpopular choice in the famdamly
but living is not cheap there.

However, living is cheap in Southland.
Yes, I said Southland.
Southland.
Southland.
It's not really a place anyone thinks about 
When I saw a cool community development role there, I 
took a look at housing opportunities 
- renting and buying -
and soon enough found myself looking at houses in Otago.
Southland is not a big place,
at all.

Like it's a bonus that it's a couple of hours drive to Queenstown,
or to Dunedin and you could always go visit Stewart Island.
Not that I've had any desire to do so,
simply because getting across Foveaux Strait sounds horrific,
traumatic and scary, really scary. 

There are a few jobs in Hamilton and 
I'm applying like for many of them to see what happens.

Maybe we'll stay here,
maybe we will be elsewhere.
Maybe I should just apply for jobs where we want to live.
Hmmm.....

Sunday, December 13, 2015

seriously interrupted

I am being made redundant.

How weird is that?
What is super weird is that while this is a new experience for me,
I know of three people in a reasonably close vicinity of me
who are on their fourth redundancy.
And they are so resilient! 

Restructuring was and is welcome news.
There have been some serious personality issues within my organisation.
Though restructuring is hardly going to fix those as 
some of the dysfunctional personalities
are 'safe' as in unaffected and 
their job hasn't changed but neither will their actions or words.

What was needed before restructuring was culture change
but I suspect that is too nebulous.
Though I am sure they will attempt it.
I mean isn't that part of the formula?

The news of restructuring came four weeks ago.
We were divided into affected and unaffected groups.
The latter being the smallest. 
I was in the affected group as were all but three of my office workmates.
We were told our jobs were disestablished but some of us,
including me were ring fenced for similar jobs we are currently in.
That just means we get first option on a job except that
 there are more than one of us in the ring.

And so the strangeness began.
We have the most affected office,
oh wait then not as affected.
Once the restructuring was presented,
there was the staff feedback period of two whole weeks.
Two extra long weeks!

Then what do you know,
the powers that be realised that they actually needed some of us
through until the end of 2016.
The work has been planned and contracted out
so you can't just get rid of the managers of the contracts.
Now we see resentment growing.
Why should we get a shock and then comply?
What happened to all the words about flexibility and transparency? 
Or for that matter choices and control for the peoples?
What about getting cake and eating it too?

By this stage we had two confirmed bails,
and two going to happen but not showing our cards just yet.
Then a surprise outside chance of a shock departure from one we thought would not.

But all along we have been tole we have choices and 
there is great desire to give us as much control as possible.
Turns out that we have choices but not so much control.

Here are the options, 
these are the choices staff have....
1. Take redundancy early (not as easy to get as it sounds)
2. Wait and not apply for a job and take redundancy, leave 1 Feb
3. Wait, apply for a job, get it, take redundancy anyway, leave 1 Feb
4. Wait, apply for a job, get it and stay

I exercised my choice and have taken early redundancy and here's why.

I do not believe that the culture of the organisation will change
enough for it to be a healthy place to work.
I had a job interview Friday week ago.
You know at the end of the end of the interview where you get to ask questions?
I've never been one to ask anything much past what's the start date and salary.
This time I asked "What do you enjoy about working for XYZ?"
In this case, 
surprise was expressed at the question and the answers were really positive.

I was heartened that there were still people who loved their workplace.
I didn't get the job but 
I learned that in my two and half years with my organisation
my confidence has been eroded,
my outlook on life has been degraded,
my positive attitude has been holding by it's only nails.
This is not me.

I don't want to be in a place that destroys you
and that's what my soon to be former workplace has done to me.
A bit like a violent relationship.

Since my redundancy as been approved for an end date of Dec 24th
my stress rash has cleared up.
Bingo!

Roll on my month of summer!

P.S. If anyone knows of a job, please comment below :-)

Friday, October 9, 2015

I used to be

curious.
 
I was demanding of ideas,
I was quick to comprehend,
I was voracious of discussion.
 
 
I loved new information and adjusted what I already knew to accommodate it.
I enjoyed having a flexible mind,
and a store of inter-related knowledge.
 
I drove my reading family nuts be only wanting to read non-fiction
(a great failing according to my mother).
There were few topics I wouldn't entertain,
but mostly I loved people topics.
What makes us tick?
Why do we do what we do?
How can I influence others behaviours towards whatever
and move them over here?
 
I loved the alchemy of figuring out people.
 
But where has that gone?
Is there an age limit on curiosity?
Did it really kill the cat?
Why don't I care anymore?
Have I been ground down by reading too much non-fiction and
my mother's predictions have come to fruition?
What the hell is going on???
 
Or is it that finally I have realised that there are problems too big,
too complex, too repetative that
it is easier to keep to my knitting?
Maybe it is a quiet life I need now?
 
But the flicker is there...... *sigh*
 
 
 

Monday, September 14, 2015

downtown

I'm crushing on this song so much! Downtown! Downtown! Dooowwwnnntown! Hey ey ey! Hey ey ey!

Wednesday, September 2, 2015

San Andreas earthquakes

Yesterday I had a day at home with a wicked bad sinus headache.  You know the kind that comes with a low pressure weather front, that makes you want to peel off your skull at about cheekbone level just to get a little relief. 
I wasn’t tired, just very sore so Homeboy put on a movie – “San Andreas” with the Rock.  Ironically it’s the fifth anniversary of the Sept 2010 7.1 earthquake on the 4th. 
I thought surely after five years I must be fine to watch a movie about giant and unlikely earthquakes.
I found myself just a little tense and sitting in weird poses. 
Like the first movie earthquake hit, it decimated Los Angles.
It was a 7.1 and I was on the edge of seat with my arm outstretched and my eyes were very watchful. I have no idea what I thought was going on but my fight or flight senses were on, super on.
And it didn’t get better as the pretend earthquakes heading north up the San Andreas fault line towards and into San Francisco.
I lived in the South Bay to the south of San Francisco.   I spent heaps of time walking the streets of that hilly city overlooking the bay.   Every street in the movie looked like somewhere I had been, probably wasn’t though, I wasn’t that energetic. 
So seeing another place I ‘knew’ crumbling wasn’t that enjoyable.  Thankfully it started getting ridiculously outlandish and I found my equilibrium again. 
Although it could also have been because I moved to the couch and snuggled up to Homeboy. 
Earthquakes are easier when there are two of you.
Even fake earthquakes.