David Gillon

Just realised that Sunday was six years to the day from being forced kicking and screaming* out of the doors at Evil Aerospace Inc. Wow, that seems like a lot. And yet in someways it really doesn't. 

I'm not happy my career ended that way, it robbed the good parts of it of something they can never get back.

I'm glad I fought, it was something I needed to do, and I'm a better person for it.

Fighting for my needs also made me better at fighting for the needs of others.

I'm still so disappointed in some of the people who were in my management chain. Some of them were clearly arseholes, and the most problematic of all was open in his disablism (unless we were on record), but some of these people had a history of fighting for other minorities. What happened to them? When did doing what was right take second place to covering the back of an open disablist? To denying evidence that was clear for anyone to see? To holding opinions that were outright illogical ('we don't believe you're disabled, but you'd better have my executive chair because I know your back is so bad you won't get through the meeting without it')?

On the other hand, I'd probably have needed to stop working relatively soon after that, and I'm not certain I'd have been able to do that on my own, so maybe a tiny hint of utterly unintended usefulness in there.

* I actually went quietly on the day, having put the day off for longer than anyone believed possible, then turned the union's lawyers on them ;)