As of midnight on Sunday, I will be transferred from one company to another. Unlike football players, a transfer fee has not changed hands, I most definitely will not be getting a signing-on bonus and an increase in wages is out of the question.
I had a choice though: I was told that my job was being transferred, and I had to choose to either accept this, or be deemed to have resigned. I wasn't going to resign (not in the short-term), so here I am.
As best I can tell, I am being shafted.
My basic terms & conditions are protected by law, which means that my salary can't get any smaller, I get the same holiday entitlement and I will only have to work the same number of hours a week as I do currently. Stuff like that. That's good, but it's far from the whole story. Amongst several things that I will be losing, my Private Health cover will cease when I transfer. As I've been undergoing various diagostic tests for the WTs, that's quite a big deal. Because I have claimed for it on my existing cover, there's a very serious danger that the WTs will be excluded from any new insurance I take out. Even if it is covered (and I think I can swing that as I haven't been diagnosed with anything), I am looking at being a couple of thousand pounds a year out of pocket if I want to keep any sort of cover. That's pretty rubbish really, especially as I am being forced into this position through no choice or action of my own.
The transfer process itself has been a shambles of non-communication, culminating with my discovery today that my current employer has been busy sending update emails out to a mailing list that none of the people being transferred are actually on. Muppets. Oh, and my career prospects are probably just that little bit worse too, as I leave a proper international IT company and join a UK retailer. I'm even getting a crappier computer to work with.
Still, on the plus side, my exit interview tomorrow finishes at 1pm, and my new employment doesn't start until Monday..... so I guess that means I get to start my weekend early, right?
I think it might be time for a new job. I don't have to take this shit.
(I realise there's other stuff happening in the world at the moment, but you can read about that stuff here. Nice to have you back Foxy.)
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