New job

I am mid crisis. Clearly when I get to mid crisis I do what comes naturally to me and write. I love writing and I have no idea why I don't do it more often.

I have a new job. A new bloody job which I start tomorrow. What in God's name is that all about? A few years ago I'd convinced myself that I'd be a Barclays girl until I retired. Things changed though and I did not like the way it way changing so I decided to get off the Barclays bus.

I'd given myself a month. I thought that if I started applying at the beginning of January and hadn't had an interview by the end of January clearly the job market wasn't ready for me. Things happened rather quickly, in fact it was terrifying. I did not hold much faith in my CV with its one item of work experience on it but people seemed to like the fact that I'd been in a job for a long time and for somebody my age that's pretty rare.

I applied for a crazy amount of jobs and was invited for a telephone interview with LV and a recruitment officer from LSL property services gave me a ring. I also had a few email and phone conversations with recruitment agents who said they'd keep me on file if anything turned up. I really really wanted the job at LSL. It just seemed to fit me and even though it was full time I knew it was what I wanted to do.

The problem is at the bank there's no finishing time. Sometimes you could be working a nine or ten hour day and it was seriously starting to effect my home life. I know I only worked four days a week but some weeks I'd work over 40 hours so I didn't think the stretch to full time office hours was going to be that much of an issue. And it meant I'd get every weekend off with my husband so I didn't have to plan things so far in advance.

Anyway I digress. After the phone call with Rebecca from LSL I didn't hear anything for just over a week so I thought the worst and went ahead with a telephone interview with LV which resulted in me being invited for a face to face interview. On the day I got the email confirming the full interview with LV I was delighted to get a phone call inviting me for an interview at LSL. It was a lovely thing to be on your lunch break from a job you didn't want to be at anymore arranging an interview for a new job.

So I went for the interview on Thursday 22^nd January at 11am. I was genuinely terrified. The ladies who interviewed me were so lovely though that at the end of it I didn't feel like I'd had an interview just a 40 minute chat. Two hours later I was offered the job and it was the best feeling in the world. I cried. Obviously. I cried a lot.

I handed my notice in the next day, my sister was trying to convince me to go back in to town to hand it in on the same day but I needed to sleep on it so it all would sink in. I've had a couple of queries about the job but they've answered them straight away. I actually feel really welcome before I've even got there.

The most difficult thing I've found is not having a uniform. I feel like I've been institutionalised in cyan and navy so I've tried to get as far away from that as possible. I've created myself a sort of uniform of my own stuff so I'll have to see how that pans out and how comfortable I'll be in it.

My crisis continues though. I think it's just mega nerves. There's some amazing stuff on YouTube though about what to do on your first day and there this one minute pep talk which I've watched that has helped a bit. Fairly sure it won't help me sleep though. Might have to crack open the hypnosis playlist to sort me out with some snoozes.

I think I'll probably update this as I go. It might even help with the nerves. A bit. Maybe. I don't know. Wish me luck.

Until next time.