…turn and face the strange….
It’s funny how things work out, isn’t it?
For a good 18 months at least, I have been thinking about work, home, and how I can change things a bit to make my working life a bit more interesting. I’ve looked at other career options – limited, with no formal qualifications in anything and I don’t relish the idea of studying or attending training courses. Not really knowing what my ideal job is makes it difficult.
As you know, if you’ve read my previous posts (presumptuous of me), I had a “review” at work at the beginning of the year which, while positive and comforting, didn’t really change much.
Then, one morning, two weeks ago, before anyone else arrived, my boss “D” (the less misogynistic one) told me he wanted to give me “the heads up” (I’ve never really understood that phrase) that changes were afoot and things would be “getting a bit more exciting” and that there was an “opportunity” for me to do something “different”.
My initial reaction (in my head, the outer one was all smiley and faux-excited) was not to get too excited as I have heard similar things before, albeit less enthusiastically and said less certainly. I was to wait until the other boss came in for us to “have a formal chat”. Luckily, unlike the review, I didn’t have time to stew on the formal nature of the chat. I cracked on with some emails from ratty customers and waited.
Luckily, I wasn’t in for a long wait and pretty soon they were both sitting at my desk and they offered me a promotion. They’re expanding the business, diversifying into another product line (very different) and want to be able to free up D so that he can concentrate on the new stuff. They want me to take over the existing stuff and they are going to employ someone new to take over my current role. They want me to do it and they think I can. They’re happy for me to continue doing a 4-day week. They’re happy for me to still go off to pick the kids up from school. Basically, they will do whatever it takes to enable me to do the job, because they want me to do it.
I haven’t had such a confidence boost since T reached 2 years old and I realised that I was a good enough parent not to have killed him, and that maybe we could have another one. It’s immensely flattering. It’s exciting (it really is, this is not my faux-excited face). And it’s going to be a challenge. I haven’t had a proper challenge (apart from parenting stuff) since I joined the company 7 years ago and went back into the working world. It’s just what I needed to happen and it means I don’t have to have an interview for a new job, get to know new people, realise I was happier where I was.
So, it’s starting to happen and I’ve already taken on some of the new stuff – it’s making by brain hurt a bit, but in a really good way. Good changes, confidence boost and challenges. Love it.