So I travelled up to Amsterdam early this morning and met the company doctor for the second time. I told him straight-off I didn't know what I was doing there, as I'd just been laid off and any report of today's meeting he'd have to file with my soon-to-be ex-employer would serve no purpose. After that, most of what we talked about concerned my dismissal, and though he professed not to be an expert on employment law, he did give me some helpful hints. He also set up an appointment for me with a company psychologist next week, regardless of the fact that I will no longer be a company employee by then. He saw I was distressed and needed help, and said the company could jolly well provide some counselling for me seeing as how they'd put me in my current predicament. He also urged me to contact my Union, which I will do later today -- he didn't know whether they could help get me more compensation or concessions, but they could at least put some very awkward questions to HR, and make them feel as uncomfortable as me.
I'd promised one of my soon to be ex-colleagues I'd stop by for lunch after my meeting with the company doctor, and as I sat outside basking in the sunshine waiting for her, several others from different departments came out and approached me, to commiserate with me. News of my dismissal and its aftermath has apparently gone through the building like wildfire, and no one can believe it. It fair warms the cockles of my heart to know how well-liked I am, and how high an opinion they hold of me.
The next person to come out specifically to talk to me was another member of the Board of Directors. He said he'd glanced outside his upper floor office window, seen me, and known he had to come and speak to me. He related that when C. got back after our chat, he had been livid...and there had been a fair bit of discussion in the boardroom about my case. The Board had had my file brought up, seen that it was exemplary, and after that they'd wasted no time in calling HR, The Biatch, and The Biatch's manager to account. He didn't expand on the particulars, but he gave me to understand they'd been given a right old bollocking; The Biatch has been put on her last warning; and C. has lain down some new guidelines to make sure that what happened to me won't ever happen to anyone else. (Cynical aside: shame though that I have had to be sacrificed; couldn't they have hired me on their own cognizance, and then worked out what role I was to play in the organisation later? But then I suppose I am just a lowly cog, and the Board don't usually deal with the likes of those). Anyway, he ended by giving me his contact details, and told me not to hesitate in using them; he'd always be available for help and advice, and he even asked me to send him my cv once it's finished.
Then my friend came out and we had lunch. The Biatch came out as well, but after seeing me, walked the other way.