My boyfriend believes that blogging is mostly
self-indulgent waffle-tosh of little value to anyone else. Usually I disagree
with him on this topic, but I’m afraid this post may well prove him right…
Last week marked the second anniversary
in my current job. It gave me cause to ponder the last two years and all that
has happened since I left my last post. I found redundancy to be a very
traumatic experience and hope I never have to go through it again. It affected
me in all manner of ways I didn’t think possible; the majority of these are too
personal to share in a public blog, but I admit I found it distressing and
fundamentally sad. I refused to take redundancy lying down and treated finding
a new job like going to war – I was determined to succeed and go out fighting.
I managed to secure a new post within 10 weeks but will long remember the
feelings of sheer relief and utter elation. When I received the call telling me
I was the successful candidate, I’m embarrassed to say I actually jumped with
joy!