When the head of my team spoke to me earlier this year to give me my bonus number (a derisory amount!) and the usual thank you/congratulatory chat, this time supplemented with an update on how the bank and team is doing, I very gently raised my hand for voluntary redundancy.
There are some days when I feel really proud of myself, of how productive I can be, the quality of my work, like these past couple of days.
I got backstabbed by an ex-colleague recently, which really stunned me.
People tell me it’s normal, and very common even, to be backstabbed by colleagues. Maybe I’ve been fortunate, for not having encountered much of it before. Sure, there has been gossip about the Boy and I, and one of my colleagues has even commented that I’m “technically not a woman” (not sure what is the basis of his conclusion), but those were speculations and personal opinions, which, however misguided or otherwise, they are entitled to express.