Celebrate Good Times, Come On! It’s A Celebration…
February 13, 2008 by iamthelostgirl
This is an open letter of sorts, as well as an update for my readers…
Hi everyone,
As you may be aware, things have been going really rather badly in my personal life, and the negativity had been building up since late November….
Note: New readers may prefer to read up on where I am at right now, by looking through my personal-post archive/ by reading my ‘About Me‘ page, first. Regular readers, read on…
I am delighted to announce that I quit my job today!
I finally got some balls and turned my life around 
My job had been going REALLY badly and had culminated in a messy situation that nearly saw me fired. I even got a written warning, a month ago, because my work was sliding. The day I was told this, I went home in a bit of a blind panic, and did a ‘panic job hunt’. My hunt included revisiting job sites that I had not needed to go on for the better part of a year. I signed up for jobs to be emailed to me and spent several nights trawling for them too. I found three jobs that were particularly interesting, and applied for them.
Two weeks passed, and I heard nothing from them, therefore, I thought nothing more of it. I kept looking through the jobs that were sent to my email, but to no avail. All of the positions being advertised were either too low paying (and I am not being precious, I mean like 10 grand less than I get now), they were majorly too senior, or they were in weird sectors that I had zero interest in.
At work, I had to have weekly reviews to chart my ‘progress’. Things got no better, over the weeks, and my situation looked increasingly grim.
And then…
I got a call from one of the people I sent an application to. They said they wanted to interview me. I was thrilled. They were in a rush to fill the post, as it was a new position (and currently vacant), so I didn’t get much warning. They called to arrange the interview with less than 48 hours notice. This meant that I had to do some ground-work-reading into the company, on the first night/ practice interview questions on the second, to fit it all in. This got ridiculous, and I didn’t plan my time well. I stayed up until gone 4 a.m. on the day of the interview’. Dog tired, I went to the interview at 10 a.m. that morning. I arrived on time, greeted everyone with a smile, answered THOSE questions, and thought I did a good job of it. I was faaaaar from perfect, but did enough to avoid elimination. They called me back the next week, for a final interview. Again, with 48 hours notice. I managed my time a little better and was only up until 2 a.m. The day of the interview, I was at work in the morning, and then left for a half day. I went home and did a little last minute preparation. I missed two of my trains and through luck caught another. I arrived with minutes to spare, sweating, and gasping. I tidied myself up, as I waited for the interview. I have to be honest, I think some of the things that came out of my mouth were pretty foolish. But I did my best with the time. They told me I would know the outcome within three days.
Once more back at work, sat in another horrid ‘TheLostGirl Is F*cking Crap’ meeting, I was told (last week) that I was about to get a final warning before being fired. Yes, really.
And THEN…
Yesterday afternoon, I got a call. Possibly a life changing call. It was the people I interviewed with. I GOT THE JOB.
I actually got a job. A shiny new job!
I actually handed in my resignation letter this morning.
I actually caught a break!
In the mean time, I might have another of THOSE meetings on Thursday at work. I have half a mind to tell the nice Human Resources lady, who smiles sweetly before she tells you that she is going to take your job away, to do something too rude to type here 
Anyway… I digress… the announcement was made today, that I was leaving. The saddest thing was this was only time I ever felt acknowledged, special, or important… how pathetic 
Finding this new job, a dream job, is miracle timing. If I didn’t know better I would think this was an actual miracle. Seriously, like a ‘God heard me cry myself to sleep at night, and decided to throw me a bone’, miracle! I honestly feel that the praying I did helped. I think someone heard my sad, pained, prayers and leant a beautiful helping hand.
Had this vacancy/ interview not come up, or even worse, had I got to the final interview and not gotten the job. I would be typing this…
”Boys and girls reading this, I have some bad news. The worst possible thing has happened to me. The saddest and most devastating. I truly think I am about to lose my job and my mind. I am a breath away from being fired and I have no other job to go to. With rent and bills to pay, this situation is one that will surely see me financially ruined. I have to inform you, my dear valued readers, that I am shutting my blog down. I have to jump before I am pushed at work, to save face, and then tie up a few loose financial ends. This is the end, the worst has happened. It is over. TheLostGirl”
But sh*t no, mutherfunker! I am giddy with joy
- Never again, will I be off of work due to anxiety related illness,
- Never again, will I cry myself to sleep thinking of the day of work ahead,
- Never again, will I have heart palpitations during my weekly project meetings,
- And never, ever, again, will I have to set foot in that mutherf*cking place!
To all of those who have read my personal posts, to all those who have leant a listening ear and and given me their support, to all of those who have shared their personal experiences, and to all those who gave me real strength to go on.
Thank you! Thank you (sniffs a REAL tear…)! Thank you!
Not until we are lost do we begin to understand ourselves.
(Henry David Thoreau)
Over- but not out,
The(ever-so-slightly-less)LostGirl
xxx
