Redundancy – what does it mean?
I worked in a minimum security correctional centre, teaching and managing education programs for inmates for 22 years.
I was made redundant in December 2016 and I look back at all the posts I wrote during this difficult time, from the announcement in May 2016 to my final week at work in December 2016.
‘You aren’t redundant — your job is redundant. You are still a much-loved, important, powerful and precious mother, husband, father, wife, person’.
We are important and were valued by our colleagues and students. We worked hard for many years to improve the lives of our students. Senior management and Government ministers might not recognise or thank us for what we’ve accomplished, but we know our own worth.
Writing these posts during this awful time helped me to cope, it gave me an outlet, a voice. Finding other bloggers in similar situations also helped.
Please feel free to contact me or leave me a message.]
- Reblog: Not a good week! – Deb’s World
- A new me or an upgraded version?
- The day I met a murderer on the bus
- Surprisingly there is a life after retirement – Musings on a Monday
- Not so manic Monday
- Girls just wanna have fun!
- 2016 – the year that was!
- Anticipating anticipation – Weekly Photo Challenge
- Wordless Wednesday – goodbye and good luck!
- Bring on 2017 – Weekly Photo Challenge
- Vanish, invisible mending – a poem I found
- Relax and unwind – Weekly Photo Challenge
- Mantra for the future
- On being made redundant…..
- What’s your value? I know mine!
- Today I’m a radical!
- Jailhouse Blues by Murray Cook
- Partners in crime
- Education beats crime every day
- iPhriday – Trashing a room
- Not a good week!
- Wordless Wednesday 11/5/16