Today’s post is a strange one, I want to mark the day but I’m not sure what I want to say.
I’m changing jobs, well sort of, I’m staying with the same company but changing positions. I’m taking on an extra shift, and although this isn’t ideal, I think working 5 nights in a job I want will be better than 4 nights in a job I’m not happy with – and I can’t argue at all that the extra pennies will be very welcome at the moment.
A few years ago I had a very similar job to my new one, I fought hard to get it and enjoyed it immensely until I got caught up in the playground politics so often found in the workplace and everything sort of went a little pear-shaped. Instead of sticking things out until better times I did what I so often do, I scurried back into my comfort zone and returned to a position I’d held previously. I’ve been quietly kicking myself about it ever since, although the safety of the old position was what I seemed to need at the time, I couldn’t help feel that I’d failed and taken a step backwards.
The position I’ve just got became vacant about a year ago and after a lot of debating with myself I decided against it only to realise once I’d missed the boat how much I really wanted it. A few months ago I was given another chance and I grabbed it with both hands, it’s been a long time coming, but I start my new job on my next shift, and as I walked out of work at the end of my last shift I felt sort of different, its difficult to explain, but it’s as if I’d not only taken myself back to the level I was before, but had climbed a little higher by making it happen.
As I walked away from my old job and towards my new one I felt … taller.