The last few months, I made no secret of my desire to return to full time work to the person who mattered most: my part time job boss. She made no promises, stated it was her wish and need, but if it happened it wouldn't be until March, but she couldn't guarantee, no promises, if we can budget it (you see the theme here). I wrapped my head around the fact that in March I would potentially have a full time offer. Since I have serious commitment issues (I passed out at my own wedding, my husband still brings this up)...I still job searched, but not heavily. I had a great interview with another company and was feeling good about things in general. Heck, 2011 was starting off very well and looked promising. (Cue the rainbows and butterflies now...).
Then last Friday, before I even had a full cup of my morning coffee (those who know me well, know the importance of this), I was offered a full time position to start asap. My first thought: it's not March. My second thought: I need study time. My third thought: I had a really great interview (cue the sirens... we have a commitment issue, someone call it in). My fourth thought: (which only came to my head when I looked at my boss, who was smiling and eagerly awaiting my response), I need this.
I function better with an overflowing plate of "to dos", I feel better about myself when I am taking care of myself (...and cue the sirens, Houston, we have a commitment issue...), I am a better person and a better mother when I feel complete. And the truth is... having a career completes me (ok so not as romantic as Tom Cruise in Jerry McGuire, but it's true).
So as of January 24, I will once again be working a full time job and life will return to "normal"...
...or will it. Stay tuned.
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