I think I've worked it out.
They can't sack me until they have made all reasonable adjustments to my disability, but they can make it so difficult I will quit, just so long as they don't cross the line.
Don't know where the line is, is the trouble.
Really just a vent.
I've worked for a big media company in a very small office (five people) for seven years. They knew all about the MS when I got the job, as a badly paid journalist.
The media company (newspapers) is slowly going broke. Everything is being centralized and digitized so there 's no need for so many staff.
Ah, redundancy - my dream come true, but I'm not going to get the offer. The boss wants it and he's one rung higher up a three step ladder.
I get to do all the late night, have-to-travel, have to walk miles, stand out in the sun work. The other girl and my boss never leave the building. I may be exaggerating, but not much.
So, what with heat, fatigue, lack of balance etc, one might think I might be allowed one of the two car parks closest to the front door. One would be wrong.
Our office Christmas party is on the second floor of a pub. It's a wine-tasting party. When I said I don't think I can go to that, there was a lot of sighing and pouting, which did not improve when I said just go and enjoy it, I really, really don't mind not going.
When I close the door to block out the non-stop hysterical chatting, they react as if I was just being mean and nasty."What are you saying, we're too loud or something." Well, yes.
The office manager asked me for a list of all my medication. Um, that would a) none of your business, because I don't drive a work vehicle, and b) none of your business.
Sorry about that. At least I still have a job, such as it is.
They can't sack me until they have made all reasonable adjustments to my disability, but they can make it so difficult I will quit, just so long as they don't cross the line.
Don't know where the line is, is the trouble.
Really just a vent.
I've worked for a big media company in a very small office (five people) for seven years. They knew all about the MS when I got the job, as a badly paid journalist.
The media company (newspapers) is slowly going broke. Everything is being centralized and digitized so there 's no need for so many staff.
Ah, redundancy - my dream come true, but I'm not going to get the offer. The boss wants it and he's one rung higher up a three step ladder.
I get to do all the late night, have-to-travel, have to walk miles, stand out in the sun work. The other girl and my boss never leave the building. I may be exaggerating, but not much.
So, what with heat, fatigue, lack of balance etc, one might think I might be allowed one of the two car parks closest to the front door. One would be wrong.
Our office Christmas party is on the second floor of a pub. It's a wine-tasting party. When I said I don't think I can go to that, there was a lot of sighing and pouting, which did not improve when I said just go and enjoy it, I really, really don't mind not going.
When I close the door to block out the non-stop hysterical chatting, they react as if I was just being mean and nasty."What are you saying, we're too loud or something." Well, yes.
The office manager asked me for a list of all my medication. Um, that would a) none of your business, because I don't drive a work vehicle, and b) none of your business.
Sorry about that. At least I still have a job, such as it is.