My first time

Just over two months into my new job, I'm loving it. There have been a few customers who left the office visibly uplifted and more optimistic for the future after we'd had a chat. The other day a lady gave me a hug and a kiss, saying I was in the wrong job and I should be a counsellor instead. I was moved.

Although this lady will probably never find out as I'll never see her again, I wish she (who regards herself as useless) could know how much she influenced my decision today. I got home on Tuesday evening to find a message in my voicemail and two emails from the "other" job. They wanted me to start on February 15th.

It was a terrible dilemma: when I applied for the jobs, that was the one I really, really wanted. I ended up taking the other one because they offered first. If both offers had come at the same time there would have been no contest. However, since starting the job I found out how wrong I was in my assumptions about both the employer and the job itself. I have throughly enjoyed the last couple of months. My new colleagues are brilliant, so is the organisation, both in its approach to customers and employees. I have received nothing but support. My only misgiving was that I felt I wasn't really making much of a difference due to procedural limitations.

So I had to choose between the job that I really, really wanted and that I knew would give me a bit more scope (but that I could be wrong about, given the precedents!), or the job I already had and loved on all fronts except that little bit.

And for the first time in my life, today I handed in my notice, although I'll be there until the end of the month. I had never resigned from a job before, they all came to natural ends before I moved to something else. It feels very weird!

Scary stuff :)