It's Good to Talk
I spent the weekend thinking about the job situation, and seemed to be no nearer a decision than I was 10 days ago. This whole thing is driving me mad. I wasn't looking for a new job, and there really isn't that much between them to help me choose.
I'm not naturally the sort of person who asks other people for advice, or who unburdens herself. I prefer to make my own decisions, to be self-reliant. But this time I wasn't coming up with any answers, and I decided that it was time to ask for advice.
I spoke to a colleague, and I summoned up the courage to speak to my boss. I kind of knew that she'd try to persuade me to stay, so I knew to take everything she had to say with a pinch of salt, but it was still useful. I didn't want to speak to her before because of the situation (her husband works for the company which headhunted me), but I realised that if I was going to hand in my notice anyway, I'd need to tell her, and if I wasn't... well, it wasn't me who brought this whole situation about.
I'm still not quite sure, but I feel like a load has been lifted a bit. I'm not scared of having to tell her any more, and I can't take the fact that it's an awkward situation into account, because that issue has already been dealt with. It just comes down to whether the job is enough better than the one I have at the moment to make it worth moving. I like my job, I like the people I work with (even if I don't like socialising with them, I like them as colleagues). I know I'm respected and highly thought of. I might get that in the new job too, but if I don't, is it really worth giving up what I've got for? Is it worth taking the risk?
Hopefully I'll come to a decision soon, because I really can't bear stringing this out any longer. I didn't choose to be in this situation though, and I've tried to be open with everyone, so fingers crossed everyone will respect my decision.
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So all the job related pondering kind of overshadowed my weekend down in Cardiff for the rugby. I had a good time, I was well entertained, and I ate well. But I kept on going round and round in circles with my thought process, which didn't make it the most relaxing weekend ever.
But I was proud of myself. Despite being officially on holiday, I managed not only a 3 hour run on Sunday, but a 30 minute swim on Saturday, and a 30 minute treadmill session on Monday. I moderated my drinking on Saturday to make sure I was OK for my long run. I made (mainly) good food choices - not bad considering I spent 12 hours over the course of the weekend in the good food dessert that is the Millennium Stadium. In fact I'd go so far as to say that the rugby was more of a test of endurance than the running, and took a similar degree of planning to make sure I had the right food at the right time!
Yet again the majority of the weekend did seem to be spent on the search for food. Scouting around in the morning for potential options seemed to take until lunchtime on Monday! Ah well, at least it paid off with some lovely food, and I got some exercise while I was searching...
I'm not naturally the sort of person who asks other people for advice, or who unburdens herself. I prefer to make my own decisions, to be self-reliant. But this time I wasn't coming up with any answers, and I decided that it was time to ask for advice.
I spoke to a colleague, and I summoned up the courage to speak to my boss. I kind of knew that she'd try to persuade me to stay, so I knew to take everything she had to say with a pinch of salt, but it was still useful. I didn't want to speak to her before because of the situation (her husband works for the company which headhunted me), but I realised that if I was going to hand in my notice anyway, I'd need to tell her, and if I wasn't... well, it wasn't me who brought this whole situation about.
I'm still not quite sure, but I feel like a load has been lifted a bit. I'm not scared of having to tell her any more, and I can't take the fact that it's an awkward situation into account, because that issue has already been dealt with. It just comes down to whether the job is enough better than the one I have at the moment to make it worth moving. I like my job, I like the people I work with (even if I don't like socialising with them, I like them as colleagues). I know I'm respected and highly thought of. I might get that in the new job too, but if I don't, is it really worth giving up what I've got for? Is it worth taking the risk?
Hopefully I'll come to a decision soon, because I really can't bear stringing this out any longer. I didn't choose to be in this situation though, and I've tried to be open with everyone, so fingers crossed everyone will respect my decision.
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So all the job related pondering kind of overshadowed my weekend down in Cardiff for the rugby. I had a good time, I was well entertained, and I ate well. But I kept on going round and round in circles with my thought process, which didn't make it the most relaxing weekend ever.
But I was proud of myself. Despite being officially on holiday, I managed not only a 3 hour run on Sunday, but a 30 minute swim on Saturday, and a 30 minute treadmill session on Monday. I moderated my drinking on Saturday to make sure I was OK for my long run. I made (mainly) good food choices - not bad considering I spent 12 hours over the course of the weekend in the good food dessert that is the Millennium Stadium. In fact I'd go so far as to say that the rugby was more of a test of endurance than the running, and took a similar degree of planning to make sure I had the right food at the right time!
Yet again the majority of the weekend did seem to be spent on the search for food. Scouting around in the morning for potential options seemed to take until lunchtime on Monday! Ah well, at least it paid off with some lovely food, and I got some exercise while I was searching...
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