Sunday, November 30, 2008
Started casual work on 25th August, full-time on 20th October 2008
(Wow! 30 jobs in 30 days! It's like I planned it or something! :-)
After my Channel 7 gig, the business manager at college offered me some casual reception/office work when I wasn't working my other job (database admin). So I appreciatively took them up on their kind offer. The receptionist here had taken extended leave and they weren't sure if and when she was coming back, so it was a week-to-week arrangement which suited me fine at the time. About a month later, they offered the job to me full-time and after very careful consideration, I accepted.
When I let my part-time employer know that I was resigning (I stated that I needed full-time work and gave a whole month notice), they counter-offered a full-time job at their company. It was a LOT more money, and longer hours. I did consider this offer - let's face it, the money would have been really great and I would have had a high-responsibility position, but my heart just wasn't in it.
So I made a lifestyle choice and stuck with my original decision to work full-time with the college. They weren't overly happy and they tried to bribe me with chocolate (my one weakness! besides red wine that is...) but it wasn't to be.
So I began full-time employment here at the college just over a month ago and it's going great. I have a 30 meter commute to work and so much free time on my hands that I don't know what to do with! Though, I'm sure I'll find something! It's also very social here and not only do I work with lovely people, I get to have lunch with Hubs most days (bonus!) and there's always students coming in and out of the office which gives the place a nice atmosphere. AND they all stop to have coffee at 10:30am (just like YACMU!) AND they have a special staff morning tea every Wednesday! It's great!
So that's it folks. Scary? Yes. A little depressing? Sure. Frustrating? More than you can imagine. But here I am, in a job that I like, feeling like I make a difference (maybe a small one, but a difference none-the-less) and enjoying a very nice lifestyle. What more could a gal ask for?