I finished the first week of work at my new job. In the midst of all the excitement, happiness and sheer giddiness that I felt this week, I discovered something else. I was completely stressed out.
After losing my temper for the umpteenth time Thursday night, I acquiesced to my husband's request to take an evening stroll. He asked me how things were going at work and I confessed that although I was happy to be there, I was still very nervous about, well, everything.
He nodded. And then he told me that starting a new job is one of life's great stressers. I was shocked. How could this be? Getting something that I've wanted for months causes stress? Impossible! I was being paid twice what I made last year and had amazing benefits and a wonderful schedule. Why on earth should I have anything to be stressed about? And yet, there it was.
As we walked, I realized that I haven't acquired all those little safety valves that people develop when they've been on the job for a while. I don't have a secret stash of chocolate in my desk or a favorite after-work bar. I don't have a close co-worker to confide in or a "go-to" lunch place. I don't have any of those little habits and quirks that people use to cope with the day-to-day ups and downs of the workplace.
I don't have them yet. But on Friday, I did put a small box of chocolate in the back of my desk drawer. For emergencies.
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Sunday, June 7, 2009
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Bad News Leads To Good News
I got a jah-ahb...I got a jah-ahb...I got a jah-ahb!
Hooray for me! I got a job! A brand-spanking new job, too. Not some used-up old job that someone else had for maybe a year or two or ten. This, my friends, is a brand new position and has never been worked before by anyone else.
It's funny how life works. I've been looking for a full-time position since November and have sent out hundreds of resumes. No one even called me for an interview. I pulled all the strings I had and made endless phone calls to try and get the ball rolling. Nothing was working. Discouraged, I decided to sign up for the Covance medical study in May, figuring I could at least take advantage of some quick money.
As you all know from my earlier blog post, I did NOT get chosen for the study. Now I was doubly discouraged.
What you, dear reader, did not know was that immediately after I made my sad sack little blog post, I got on the phone and decided to make some job related follow-up calls. The first person I reached was a very nice lady named Wendy. We chatted about the job I had applied for while she pulled out my resume from the stack and decided to invite me in for an interview. Oh, YEAH!
A few days later I had my interview and a couple of weeks after that...I got THE CALL!
Except I wasn't home to get it live. So I heard the message on the answering machine asking me to call Wendy back. Of course, I played it over and over, trying desperately to read any nuance in her voice. Was she calling to offer me a job? Was she calling to tell me that she wanted me in for a second interview? Was she calling me to tell me that they had changed their minds on opening up the position? Aaarrrggghhhh! Fortunately, I had friends around me who said comforting things like, "Good news comes by phone. Bad news comes by e-mail."
So I called her back.
You know the rest of the story.
And it's all because I didn't get into the medical study. Go figure!
Hooray for me! I got a job! A brand-spanking new job, too. Not some used-up old job that someone else had for maybe a year or two or ten. This, my friends, is a brand new position and has never been worked before by anyone else.
It's funny how life works. I've been looking for a full-time position since November and have sent out hundreds of resumes. No one even called me for an interview. I pulled all the strings I had and made endless phone calls to try and get the ball rolling. Nothing was working. Discouraged, I decided to sign up for the Covance medical study in May, figuring I could at least take advantage of some quick money.
As you all know from my earlier blog post, I did NOT get chosen for the study. Now I was doubly discouraged.
What you, dear reader, did not know was that immediately after I made my sad sack little blog post, I got on the phone and decided to make some job related follow-up calls. The first person I reached was a very nice lady named Wendy. We chatted about the job I had applied for while she pulled out my resume from the stack and decided to invite me in for an interview. Oh, YEAH!
A few days later I had my interview and a couple of weeks after that...I got THE CALL!
Except I wasn't home to get it live. So I heard the message on the answering machine asking me to call Wendy back. Of course, I played it over and over, trying desperately to read any nuance in her voice. Was she calling to offer me a job? Was she calling to tell me that she wanted me in for a second interview? Was she calling me to tell me that they had changed their minds on opening up the position? Aaarrrggghhhh! Fortunately, I had friends around me who said comforting things like, "Good news comes by phone. Bad news comes by e-mail."
So I called her back.
You know the rest of the story.
And it's all because I didn't get into the medical study. Go figure!
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