Just for point of reference
|The World’s first 14 looping rollercoaster|
In case this isn’t obvious, my post today has absolutely nothing to do with rollercoasters themself and instead is a continuation of my post a couple of days ago. Life is a rollercoaster.
As those of you who read that entry will know, I was a little disappointed not to get a job that I had originally thought was ideal for my life. The hours were near on perfect, the pay was good and ultimately it was a better job than the one I have currently in Telesales. However on realising the disappointing fact that I had not got the job, plenty of tears and even some anger, I tried to move on and get on with it. That night and the following day, I spent time trying to convince myself it was for the best. I spoke to my boss about flexible hours, I talked with my boyfriend about certain changes in my life and I spoke to my mum about things I had decided on that would make life more tolerable despite not getting the job. I decided it was for the best and that my current job was just fine. That things would be okay. I even looked for closure by writing to the people who I had applied for the job with, to at least feel like I’d had an answer, a reason, an end to the interviewing process.
At around 2.30pm yesterday I received a phone call, informing me that the job was mine if I wanted it. Apparently a letter offering me the job had already been written and the reason for the delay had been due to waiting on the other person’s references. I could still complain about how I feel like some decency and communication would have been nice to inform us of the delay, but at the end of the day I got the outcome I wanted. Or had I? On ending the conversation (and accepting the job – it made sense to say yes and change my mind afterwards if needed) I abruptly burst into tears.
Now I’ll skip all the in between bit which involves crying on my partner’s shoulder, calling my mum and texting one of my friends, but ultimately I was left with a decision to make. Instead of talking myself into one decision or another, convincing myself one option was better than the other, I had to seriously think about all the pros and cons. I made my mind up after a few hours I think, but I left my mind open to the various possibilities. I spoke to my daughters about it (at 5 and 8 they can actually be very grown up) especially as the decision does effect my ability to go to certain things at their school, within school hours. I spoke to my brother about it, who called around for a coffee last night. I spoke to my mum about it again on a later phone call that evening. And of course I spoke to my partner some more about it.
Today I needed to go to work (my current job) and then on to the new place, to fill in all the information needed for a CRB check, as well as standard new job procedure. I still hadn’t fully let myself decide what I was going to do, leaving it open to changing my mind one way or the other after going to both places in one day.
However I am happy to report that I will be taking the new job. I know that it will inspire me more to get up in the mornings, to enjoy my actual job. The people are nice, the hours are still near on perfect and the pay is better than my current job. I know I will feel absolutely awful handing in my notice tomorrow as my current boss is so lovely and I’ve only worked there for just over a month. But on the other hand I also know I have to do what’s best for me, for my kids and for our family life.
I’m excited at the thought of starting my new job after half term. I’ll be working as a Catering Assistant between 9.30am and 2.30pm every weekday, prepping food, serving lunch and then cleaning down. It might not sound like much of a career to most, but as a full-time mother, begrudgingly working to make a better life, I’m massively grateful for the opportunity. The school seems lovely, the people I work with so far seem really nice and I have to say that I feel like I’ve landed on my feet.
Sure enough when I got home today, a letter addressed to me asked if I wanted to the job. I’m definitely really chuffed that over approximately 10 people, I was picked for this position. Fingers crossed it was worth the jump from one ship to another. With summer holidays coming up its a great relief to feel like I’ll be around for the kids, every single day. Perhaps I’ll even be wishing for school to start again by September!
Thanks to everyone who left a comment on my post, or to those closer to me who actually took the time to text. I’m glad their was a happy ending to this particular tale.