Sometimes I like to juxtapose my time at my new job with my time at my old, horrible job.
For example, this is week 15 of my new job. What was happening at Dysfunction, Inc., at this time? At week 15, I was out the entire week for my dad’s surgery. To which my boss said, when he learned where I’d been: “You needed a whole week for that?” The insensitivity still makes me seethe.
I had a couple of bites in week 15; a phone interview and writing test, along with a place that loved my qualifications but hired someone before they could interview me (they wanted a same-day phone interview the day of my dad’s surgery; when I said I couldn’t and cited the reason, they moved on without me, so probably not the place for me). I remember feeling incredibly frustrated at week 15. I’d only been applying in full force for about three weeks, but I already felt desperate to Dysfunction, Inc.
Unbeknownst to me, I was about halfway through my time there. I left at 29 weeks, with my current job’s first interview happening at week 23.
With my current job, at week 15, I’m working on some high-level, somewhat stressful projects, but they’re so engaging and reasonably executed that I don’t even have the opportunity to freak. My colleagues are wonderful and my boss is supportive. My late nights top out at 6:30pm (and I’ve had my boss tell me to go home already at 5pm); my poor colleagues at Dysfunction, Inc., are still pulling all-nighters for proposals they won’t win (latest one was last night). I can see tangible results from my work and that is so important. I feel pretty valued, too, and not just a warm body you can run until I drop. Coworkers have openly said they enjoy working with me and think my writing’s fantastic. That makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
I’m still learning the job, but I think I’m adjusting to it well. I’m hopeful I’ll hit week 29, the end of July, with a good balance — still challenged, still engaged, a little more comfortable with the people around me and how to communicate with them.