This morning my boss arranged to have a meeting with me in the afternoon. It was odd because the meeting was scheduled to take place in an obscure meeting room on the other side of the site; he wouldn't usually make it so formal.
Was it what I had been hoping for since turning fifty, seven months earlier? As I entered the room at the appointed time and saw my boss and a Human Resources manager, I knew it was.
He was atypically quite nervous as he proceeded to tell me that my role was being revised and the change was great enough that it put me in a redundancy situation. However, I had three options: carry on and adapt to the new role, take redundancy, or try out the new job for a few weeks before deciding one way or another. Either way, I had 30 days to decide.
Well I knew that the new job was not something I wanted to do and that redundancy (for the over fifties in the Company) meant early retirement on full pension with a very generous severance package, so it was a no-brainer.
