Once upon a time, I was going to be a lawyer. The plan was to go to college in Boston, attend law school in New York, get married and light the world on fire, Law and Order style. Unfortunately, I was rejected from every school to which I applied, and all of a sudden I realized that maybe I'm not as brilliant as I once thought. A few weeks before moving back home, to do.. nothing, I decided to stay in Boston. I didn't have a job. Or an apartment. Or a plan. But I was fueled by tequila. A lot of it.
I had started a temp job the day after graduation at a university in the Boston-area. When I told them about my plans to stay in the area, they jumped at the chance to hire me. Within a few weeks, I had been hired full-time as an administrative assistant. I took on more responsibility and really felt like I was growing professionally and was promoted in September 2008. I loved what I was doing and really appreciated the flexible work hours, vacation time and other benefits. And then, back in January, I had a new boss. It was great.. at first. It didn't take me very long to realize that we have absolutely opposite working styles. Ever since then, it's been an absolute roller coaster, with everything coming to a head a few weeks ago. It became really clear to me that I needed to move on.
Within a week I had interviewed and accepted a position within the same university. It's not my ideal job, and it's not forever. But it's a chance to start over. My new boss has sent me emails telling me how much he's looking forward to working with me. I can't tell you the last time I've been excited to go to work. Most of what I've felt in the last few months is dread and panic - and as though I've failed before I've even walked in the door. It's such an awful feeling.
Monday is my last day at the office where I have worked since May 2006. Thinking about it makes me want to puke, but I'm so hopeful that this new job will be a step in the right direction for me professionally and emotionally.
Tell me about your own new beginnings!