The meeting yesterday was a disaster. I read out my presentation and even managed not to cry. As I did, Robert nodded and made encouraging noises which made me think he was actually considering what I had to say. When I’d finished I handed over all the printed out emails but he only glanced at them.
“I totally appreciate everything you’ve said Fat Girl,” he said (obviously he didn’t actually call me Fat Girl, he used my given name). “There has never been any doubt in my mind that you have gone over and above the call of duty for Dream Factory…”
Blah, blah, blah. Then he went on for a bit about dropping sales figures, the economic climate and the money lost because of Steve. He used some analogy about cutting off the hand to save the arm and how it was never an easy decision. Blah, blah, blah. The whole educational programme has been shelved, the focus has moved from travel agent sales to direct sales, that make more money per booking with no commission to pay. Blah, blah, blah. It was highly likely that there would be more redundancies in the very near future so another position in a different department was out of the question. A new MD has been brought in, with a proven track record in this situation. When he said, “To maximise our position as a leading operator in the eyes of the general public we need a professional advertising agency…” I saw red. He had a professional marketing department filled with people who actually cared about Dream Factory, no advertising agency would do that.
I was still fuming when he started on about making sure I had the best possible redundancy package, “reflecting the outstanding contribution you’ve made.” Then he wished me every success in finding a new job. I stood up, leaving my presentation and the emails on his desk. I shook his hand.
“Thank you for listening to me today,” I said, looking right into his eyes. “I wish you well too and I sincerely hope Dream Factory is successful, but, sadly, I think the people who could achieve that for you are the ones you’ve just made redundant.” Then I turned and left the office.
I’m still furious now. I’ve always respected Robert, thought he was a shrewd businessman who cared about his company and his employees. Actually it turns out he’s and idiot. He was stupid enough to let Steve get away with fleecing him (if that ever actually happened and I’m not convinced it did) and now he’s listening to some jumped up hatchet man (I’ve googled the new MD and he just goes from one company to the next, most times closing them down) who wouldn’t know a good thing if it bit him on the arse. It pains me to say it but Joe is right, we are best out of it.
Now I have to make sure I really do get the best redundancy package. And I have to look for a new job.