So, I got the job. Or a version of it. I didn't get the continuing position that was posted, but I got a contract position. I was rated number 2? Okay, not ideal, but I'm taking it.
Tomorrow I give notice at my current job, where I've been working for less than three months, a month of which I was away. She is not going to be happy. But the job is a disaster, so you do what you have to do. Wish me luck, dear internet. I'll be trying to be nice and not burn bridges, but sometimes it's hard.
The new job? I start it in the new year. It'll be my sixth new job in the last three years. For someone who has been looking so hard for stability in life, I've sure moved around a lot.
I'm excited about the potential in this job. I will learn a lot. I will learn more there than I did in post-doc. I will get my career on the right path. And it's what I need to buy my condo.
I'm nervous about the job because I spent too long idealizing it and, let's face it, any job sucks at times. I'm also nervous because I've had a rough, rough fall and I hope I'm up to it. And because I'm rusty on the work I'll be doing and I hope I'll do okay. And because I have to do better than okay or the contract will expire and I'll be without a job.
This is good news. Stressful, of course, but very, very good news. I am hopeful.
In the meantime, there's the holidays, in the sunny south.
all the while I'm wondering, what will the new year bring?
