You know they don’t want you anymore when:
Your name is no longer on the list of those invited to the Company strategy meetings.
You come to work one morning and find a newcomer and he has senior added to the designation you hold, like senior manager or senior director or senior accountant and all you can do is grin and bear it.
You are asked to open an important new section called Special Projects
The chief’s support staff openly shows they don’t like you.
You are a statistic in the office reorganization program in that you lose your private office and are now on the floor in the open door format, how nice....how horrible.
Your project report with graphs and computer printouts lies unread, gathering dust in the cupboard.
It is nearly June and no one wants you to cancel your holiday plans and help in the new deal the office has got into, no, no, you take your vacation.
The chief has a dinner for visiting VIPs and you are not invited.
There are tickets to the opening of a show sponsored by your company and you don’t rate.
The boss comes from HQ for a meeting with department heads and you are not even mentioned in the minutes.
You threaten to resign unless...and no one stops you.
The boss meets you in a lift and asks you what exactly it is that you do in the office.
You are called upon to downsize your staff in the interests of economizing.
The liftman’s salute is no longer crisp and snappy.
At the official annual dinner you are not on the main table any more.
You subconsciously fish out your CV and discover you are updating it.
You don’t want to hear what they are saying about you in the washroom.
Your opinion is finally asked on reallocation of manpower resources for optimum advantage.
You know they don’t want you anymore when:
Your best friends start asking you if ‘everything is fine.’
People spring apart in the corridors of power when you come past.
The tea boy takes his own sweet time to bring you tea.
None of the ‘confidential ‘ papers come past your desk.
Your secretary is no longer one of the first to know what’s cooking and where?
You ask for a loan and the accounts section can hardly stop laughing.
You time your departure to coincide with the boss so you can score a point.
Those who were once junior to you and you taught them are now whizzing past you and you want to say, ‘hello, hello, I am here’ and no one listens.
You keep getting shortlisted for the big opening but never get it.
They start calling you the ‘old warhorse’ or the ‘great survivor’ and they begin to respect your age, which drives you round the bend.
Someone junior is posted to your department and it was an oversight no one told you about it, so sorry and all that, don’t make an issue of it.
You see your career wrapped around a pole like a car in an accident but you hang in there because there are bills to pay and commitments to keep and suddenly, the windmills have gone and you know the only battles you’ll fight are to maintain position.
Your get and go has got up and gone:
The chief tells you he has this terrific new assignment for you which is just up your street and you should be really thankful, and you know you have just been shafted even though he is trying to set it to music.
They give you a challenging task.
You are late to work and it hasn’t made any difference, no one even questions it.
The office diary you get at the end of the year hasn’t got your name embossed on it.
You find you are calculating your gratuity.
You know they don’t want you anymore when:
You call the boss several times and the secretary says he is in a meeting and can’t be disturbed.
