So I got a new job. Yes, that was fast; faster than I thought it would be anyway. As soon as I heard I was being laid off, I started applying for administrative jobs in different departments in the university. The first department that called me back was Nursing. The interview went very well and I felt an immediate connect to the staff and the department. I felt pretty confident that I was going to get the job, and they did, in fact, offer me the position two days later. I am taking a hit on pay, which sucks. But the bonus is that the job sounds really intriguing and is much more than your typical budget/travel/accounting type of administrative position I expected. So that’s good.
The bad? Well, it turns out I’m having a hard time leaving Social Work. I was really excited all last weekend for the new opportunity, but the moment I started typing my resignation letter, the tears started pouring and they’ve been pouring intermittently ever since. I just got out of a conversation with the director of my current department and I started crying right in the middle of it, making me feel extra stupid and dorky. But I have been here almost eleven years. I have good friends in this department that I hate knowing I won’t be seeing them on a daily basis, plus I have my work-mom. Ever had a work-mom? I highly recommend them. Mine is exceptionally wise and kind and loving, not to mention super understanding. She’s one of the best parts about coming to work every day and I will miss her so much. So I’m having this bizarre mixture of genuine sadness coupled with excitement about my new job.
Aside from that, there are some changes with my personal life. I’ve been “not-dating” an old friend, but it’s slowly turning into something more and I have a feeling he’ll be around for a while. I’m happy about that and also scared to death that I’ll do something to screw it up. My record=not so good.
So it’s all very new and exciting and terrifying and depressing and I don’t actually know what to do with myself. I’m in the process of cleaning out 10 and 1/2 years of accumulated junk from my desk drawers. Work-mom keeps cracking up as I exclaim things like “Wow! I forgot I had this!!!” or “Dude. I was wondering where that was.” Not to mention crystal light in my bottom drawer that’s probably about ten years old. That’s not the extent of the grossness hidden in the bottom of my desk drawers, but I’ll leave it at that anyway. It’s looking empty already. But I’m feeling a little empty in a weird way, so it fits, I guess.