This week has been a good one, and I say ABOUT BLOODY TIME!
Firstly, you will know what a journey I have had since being made redundant last year and how my confidence had taken a real beating. That has been the hardest hurdle to get over and there were times when I thought that I would never feel good about myself again from a work perspective and that I would never have anything of worth to give to another company. I have done so much work to reverse that attitude and thought process and it has paid off to a greater degree.
So, it doesn’t matter that I have only worked at two companies since leaving, because those places valued me. They have really appreciated my hard work and what I contributed, and the first place wanted me to apply for the permanent post when it was being advertised, but that job was not for me. I know that they really miss me, well, if I say so myself, I brought a lot of fun and laughter to that place, even if my language was a touch colourful at times/quite a bit/well, most of the time/on an hourly basis and that the volume could be as loud as a heavy metal concert!
I have been temping where I am now for nearly three months and again, was approached by my managers and asked to apply for one of the permanent positions within my department. They needn’t have asked as I had already made the decision to do so. Interviews always give me the heeby jeebies but I was not overly nervous this time and thought I did well, but I never am that optimistic and think that I will I get the job; I am not that cured!
Anyway, I must have done something good as they offered me one of the jobs and I was so relieved, you have no idea. In fact when they told me I nearly burst into tears (wuss…). Nothing has been finalised, obviously, as I only found out yesterday but it is going to be a challenge and I look forward to that and I’m already rolling up my invisible sleeves at the prospect.
So, once again, to the old place thanks for all the good experience that I gained that helped develop an excellent CV, but see ya, wouldn’t want to be ya!
And as L.P. Hartley said in his 1953 novel The Go-Between: “The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there”.