Redeployed me in a very physical and technical job despite my declaring disability and passing Occupational Health for a desk job originally - but didn't tell me I'd been redeployed until the day - if I had known in advance, I would have told them I couldn't do it a) without adjustments and b) without training and c) I couldn't claim unemployment unless they made me redundant.
When I struggled physically with the demands of the job and mentally with not actually knowing what the fuck I was doing, shouted at me in public about how incompetent I was.
Introduced a blanket ban upon any medical appointments, so I was unable to continue treatment for my condition. When it inevitably flared and I had no choice but to take time off, they referred me for an Occupational Health assessment - not to support me, though, the referral paperwork said -
'Claims to have developed arthritis in response to capability procedures. As too young, please establish falsehood or mental illness.'
They got a rocket back from Occy Health. Had I been able to get a copy of the original referral form, rather than have an extremely irate OH assessor read it out, they would also have got a disability discrimination claim.
If I could have afforded it, I would have walked out a thousand times. But I couldn't.
In the end, I didn't give a fuck anymore. I came in seconds before my start time, I left the instant the clock ticked over to my finish time. I wore clothes entirely appropriate for the role rather than for the non physical roles (which meant instead of a suit and heels, I wore black cargoes, black t-shirt, steel toecaps and a sullen expression). If I didn't have time to finish something, I left it. If I didn't fancy doing something in the giant list of things to do, I didn't bother and stuck to the most important thing. If the lift was locked and the key 'missing', well, nothing's going upstairs then, is it?
Eventually I made through to the second redundancy round and got the extra money. Strangely, they seemed to think that I would bite their hand off for 15 hours a week from 1-4pm instead of a fulltime or 2 days per week position where I could have got a second job to fill the other days/half days. Um, nah. I'll take the redundancy, thanks. Especially because I know you're closing down in seven months don't leave confidential shit on the photocopier, expect me to clean it up and not read what I'm throwing away and the new redundancy payment would be based upon wages for 15 hours, not my current fulltime.
On my last day, as soon as my finish time ticked over, I dumped my work stuff on the office floor, handed my keys and security pass to the caretaker rather than seek out anybody 'important' and walked out the front gate carrying two open bottles of beer and smoking a cigarette.