Yeah, I would just go back to the director with all all the fair work stuff and say ‘sorry not sorry I don’t want to be sued and I don’t think you do either’
Let them know that, if they have a series concern or issue about the employee, you can sit down with them and give them a warning and do a performance review, but even then, they have to be given a certain amount of time to work on the issue. Your hands are tied and there’s nothing that you, personally, are legally able to do
While it’s true that casual employees can be dismissed without notice, they can’t just be let go without following the correct procedures. I worked in retail for years and the way the company dealt with getting rid of people was to just decrease the amount of hours they got. If they wanted to actually sit someone down and say ‘you’re fired’, they needed to have followed all of the procedures, such as giving them written warning and putting them on improvement plans. Without that, the worker was fully within their rights to file for unfair dismissal. So before doing anything on behalf of your shitty boss, I would make sure that the procedure has been followed to a t. If any step is missing, or they’ve never given them a written warning (written, as well. Not verbal. There’s no paper trail for verbal), etc, then you wash your hands of that situation. Because if they choose to escalate it, it’s your ass that’s on the line, not your boss’s.
Are you even in an official managerial position that allows you to dismiss people?
Mr. Omoikiri and I are heading away on a mini break for his 30th this Sunday and are back on the Monday. The intention was to get the exegesis portion of my PhD sorted and finished by tomorrow night. The plan was to get the intro, chapters 1, 2 and 3 done tonight and do chapters 4 and the conclusion tomorrow. I have been working since 7am and just started on chapter 2. I am already half way to losing my mind. I reckon I’ve got another 5 hours of work tonight, alone.
Do you think some gin will help or hinder me right now? 🤔
Nana, thankfully, still remembers who I am. There’s only been one instance where she didn’t know me, and it was because I showed up at her house with my sister and niece who she hadn’t seen for 5+ years and two unfamiliar faces threw her. I can’t take Mr Omoikiri with me to see her either because he came onto the scene too late for him to be in her long-term memory and she gets a bit uncomfortable around ‘strange’ men. She also comes out with some old lady racist stuff sometimes that she may have thought in the past, but had the filter to know to not say it. and while he just laughs it off, it’s best for everyone if he stays away. I’m certain the day will come when she doesn’t know me though.
I’m sorry for your loss too. It just sucks so much
It’s so hard. Thankfully nana is now past the point where she realises that she’s dementing. There was a while where she was really distressed because she knew she should remember how to do basic tasks and had enough of her mind still to understand what was happening to her
That hit me right in the gut too. This isn’t a big centre. There’s maybe 25-30 people in there all up. It’s also not a high-care one, so they’re free to roam around and do what they want and we can take them out no problem. But when I signed nana out in the log, I saw that there was maybe only 10 other instances of people taking their loved ones out. Maybe some of them can’t really go out, and maybe some family members come and sit with them instead. But for the most part it looks like they’ve just been out there and forgotten.
I went to visit nana in respite care today. The place she is is really nice and the nurses and the others there are lovely. I genuinely think it’s as nice as you can get with these kinds of things. The problem is that nana’s dementia means that she forgets why she’s there. Her short term memory is about 5 minutes long now, and every few minutes she asked me “when do I get to go home?” It broke my heart every time. She doesn’t remember what happened to put her there and she doesn’t understand. When she saw me walk into the common space she jumped up and said “you’ve come to take me home!!” It was all I could do to not cry on the spot. She’s also started reverting to being scared of my grandfather. He’s been dead for 30 years. He was a raging alcoholic and very physically and emotionally violent, but nana also gave out as much as she got back in the day and has never expressed being afraid of him before. But when I kept having to say to her “no Nan, this is your home now, remember? You’re here so that we can keep you safe” she’d just nod and go “right, to keep me safe from him he’s always so angry when he drinks.” So that’s interesting.
Anyway I took her to the pancake parlour and let her go to town and order anything she wanted and she was so stoked. She’s never as happy as she is when she’s got dessert.
I need and entire bottle of wine and a good cry now.
I’m already fantasising about all the things I’m going to do with all the time I’ll have once my life is no longer filled with existential dread. Mostly I just want to sleep and close all the fucking Taylor & Francis tabs that are open on my web browser constantly 😭
I have enjoyed the entire process and I love my research but I am just very much not having a good time at the moment. And from what all my colleagues tell me, when you start feeling like you want to die, that’s how you know you’ve entered the end game with it.
I just got an email from my supervisor saying that my thesis is almost there. About one more week of concentrated effort and then it’ll be done. Then I’ll have my final month to just proofread, check the citations, format and do all the frontmatter nonsense. I’m so happy I could cry.
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I made a big batch of chilli con carne earlier in the week. Last night we had it on top of some nachos. Tonight I’m gonna have it on a baked potato.