And now an appeal asking you NOT to donate to the British Red Cross.
In 2017, I was subject to bullying and abuse by members of staff when working for this rich multinational company. Sorry, charity. Two members of staff who no longer work for the British Red Cross were chiefly responsible for the bullying, whilst another was complicit.
The British Red Cross made me very ill. At the height of the bullying, I was sent to work alone in a broom cupboard in Easton. I had a mental breakdown, went sick and was effectively forced to leave. When they referred me to their occupational health department, they told me that I was “emotionally weak”. Such compassion.
After I left the British Red Cross (sorry to keep repeating the name, but I am going to labour the point), I wrote to the CEO, Mike Adamson, who has to struggle by on a salary of just £173,000 per annum. He eventually replied and said the bullying and abuse never happened. Well, he would, wouldn’t he?
When I joined the British Red Cross, I said on my application and at interview that I suffered from severe clinical depression and anxiety. For my first year in the job, I could not have been happier. But people moved on, things changed. For the last six months or so, I could not have been less happy.
Earlier this year, I wrote again to CEO Mike Adamson, who still has to struggle by on a salary of just £173,000 per annum, explaining to him that I still bore the mental scars from working for the British Red Cross. This time, Mikey has not found the time to reply to one of his former employees who was abused and bullied by jumped-up toytown managers, who would not last five minutes in a real job.
So many great people work for the British Red Cross but there are a good few wrong ‘uns too. Mike Adamson all but called me a liar when he replied to my letter to him about what had happened. I don’t tell lies but I hate those that do.
The British Red Cross is a massively rich behemoth of an organisation, bloated with highly paid pen-pushers and bean counters and when I was there a few seriously unpleasant people who were tolerated and even promoted. I will never give them a single penny of my money, not least because there are a million and one charities, especially local ones, who would spend my money better. I appeal to you, in the name of humanity, to not give the British Red Cross a penny of your money. Some very bad people got very close to wrecking my life and they won’t say sorry. They might have finished with me, but I haven’t finished with them. Not by a long chalk.
