A little over 18 months ago I started a new job. 2 months into the role the entire team I had joined had quit; I tried not to take it personally. It took 6 weeks to get anyone to speak to me in the office; I did take that pretty personally (but found a combination of playing secret baker and cornering people while they made coffee eventually got people being a bit more vocal). It’s been a bit of a tough one, but yesterday was my last day.
I bought breakfast for the team:
I packed up my (rather ‘lived in’) desk into a crate:
And I was given beautiful flowers:
On Tuesday I start a new role. It’s a bigger sort of a job and I’m already waking up throughout the night convinced that the new team will realise in a matter of days that they have made a mistake hiring me. My tongue and mouth are covered in ulcers (which always happens at the far end of ‘stressed’). And I have a half day to go shopping for big girl clothes so I at least attempt to look like I am ready for the role (an activity that uaually reduces me to a petulant 5 year old).
The good news is that I’ll be in an office I’ve worked in before, so I know I wont have to spend six weeks in silence. Please could you just keep my fingers crossed that the team I’m joining don’t decide to leave en masse before the summer? :o)