Two weeks from today I leave my current role for pastures new.
I can’t say that I am sad about this turn of events, because that would be a massive lie, and I am anything but a liar (I am a lot of things, but not that). This job came along (the one I am in) when I was in need; it has served a purpose, strengthened skills I was previously unaware were weak, given me a massive appreciation for freedom over my bedtime, and made me realise that long working hours and weight gain are (for me at least) inextricably linked.
As I sit here today, nearly four stone heavier than I was when I started my job, I realise that leaving will have multiple benefits for me, starting with my health and ending with a much shorter commute.
Benefits to the new job include:
No more middle zone
We’ve all been there, right? The middle zone, the point in our careers where it’s impossible to get an entry level job anymore because we’re too “experienced” or felt to be “too old”, but we’re not quite experienced enough to get a managerial role. That point in anyone’s career is so disheartening, so demoralising. You get told that your CV is amazing, and then don’t get the callback you expect. I have been through that a few times in the last six months, but I am not going to let it affect me anymore.
This job takes me out of the middle zone and puts me on the bottom rung of the managerial ladder.
No more “I’m on a contract” worry
At least for now. I have a six-month probation to look forward to. I have to admit, the ball is in my court from the moment I start this job, to prove that I can a) do the work I have been hired for and b) do it so effectively they won’t know how they managed without me. I do miss the days when probation was a simple 1-month period at the start of your contract, but then to be honest, most jobs started (at least mine did) with a temp contract from an agency to cover someone’s sick or holiday.
Less of a nightmare in the mornings
I am a morning person (or at least I can fake it with the best of them). At 5am I am not a person, I am a mass of cells which function together to stand under h2o, use a toothbrush, feed and pamper the cat and get dressed. I become a coherent person at around the same time that I walk into the office. I spend my commute with headphones in watching something mindless and enjoyable (has anyone seen Mozart in the Jungle?) as I struggle to process the fact that not only is it still dark, but every single part of me wants to still be in bed.
My new job means that I won’t be starting at 9, and will be able to wake up a bit slower, process things easier, and have 90 minutes extra in bed. This is the sort of morning I want every day.
Time for me
My new hours will mean that I get home by 6. I am aware that it’s the same time as I get home now however, I will no longer be going to bed at 9pm with a desperate need to get to sleep so that I can be alert in the morning. I will be able to take it slow, go to bed closer to 11 and spend more time relaxing with Darcy. The later bedtime will give me more flexibility with meal times, I won’t leave things just because I only have an hour left of the evening, and I will be able to make the most of NaNo month and actually write to a good schedule.
The meh stuff which just has to be said
My job hunt hasn’t been all plain sailing. Two jobs that I had been feeling really confident about ended up being nothing to get excited about: one I didn’t get; one I got no call back for; and one that I spent days preparing for ended up not existing at all, and therein lies a tale of frustration and disappointment.
Last Friday, even though I had already been offered a job and tentatively accepted it, I went to an interview at the same pharma company I interviewed at a few weeks ago. The job sounded perfect; international travel, good salary, amazing company benefits, and a new career path. However, during the interview the hiring manager mentioned that they were planning second interviews (something I had not been aware of) and that they weren’t planning on doing call backs for a further 2-3 weeks. This, for me, eliminated the idea of the role because I couldn’t leave another potential employer waiting around for 3 weeks for me to possibly make a decision in (or not) their favour.
After the interview I called the agency back (lovely agency, perfect for anyone looking to work in the Pharma industry), and told them that I was regretful but due to the timeline the job wasn’t for me. I stressed that it was an amazing opportunity but because I had another offer on the table I would be unable to turn it down on a ‘what if’ so I would unfortunately have to pull my name from the hat. I left things at that and as far as I was concerned that was that.
Feeling relief I poured myself a glass of wine, sat back on the sofa and watched an episode of The Good Place (watch if you want to see Ted Danson at his best).
Of course, the calm and “I know what I’m doing” feeling didn’t actually last for very long. In fact, it didn’t even last two hours. The agency called me back and let me know that, having heard that I was on the verge of accepting another role, the pharma company were shuffling their schedule around and going to try and arrange to interview me on the Tuesday (yep, four days after the first one). I hesitated for a moment, but then decided that it wasn’t going to kill me to go to the interview, as the opportunity wasn’t one to be wasted.
I spent the weekend preparing for the interview, determined that I was going to make sure I was as ready for it as it was possible to be. The day of the interview I sucked in a deep breath, put on my best smile, and gave my all in order to impress. When it was all over I went home, called the agency back and went about the rest of my day trying to ignore my phone and the fact that it wasn’t ringing!
I didn’t get a call on Tuesday, so when Wednesday came around I went about my day as normal and until the phone rang everything was normal. After the phone call with the agency I wanted to throw something through a window and laugh as the shards of glass fell to the ground. I was livid.
According to the agency they loved me, thought I was amazing, would be a good addition to the team. So far so good, right? Wrong. So, so, so wrong! That is the point where things took a turn for the “seriously, are you kidding me?”
“They thought you were brilliant, but they have decided that they are no longer going to be recruiting for this job and are going back to the drawing board. They are now going to withdraw the job and start restructuring the department.” Yep, the job I spent nearly a whole week preparing for doesn’t exist!
I told the agency, it wasn’t their fault, that I was fine, that I had another job offer on the table and everything was all right. Inside I was thinking about how angry I was, how let down, disappointed and absolutely livid I was feeling. It’s set my mood for the rest of the week (unfortunately). I have to be honest, I’m surprised steam wasn’t literally coming out of my ears when I went to sit back down at my desk.
So, there’s my news. I have a new job (yay), I was played for a sucker by another one (boo), and I only have 11 days (yep, 11) until I leave this one…and that includes today.