Well, things are starting to work out in a roundabout way.
I had two interviews with a company in the steel business and I was keen on the culture and investment in the future and decided that was the job I wanted. Then the point of contact disappeared when he said he would send over a letter of offer for me to consider. It was one of those situations like meeting boys when they say they had a good time and then fall into some Bermuda Triangle of dating, but in this instance I didn’t think the employer would have been so generous with his time without being serious about the commitment. I let two fingernail-biting days pass after the promised offer date and picked up the phone.
A bullfrog answered. But it seemed to be a bullfrog that could croak words in English every now and then. Oh, it was my boss-to-be down and out with the flu and he’d lost his voice and couldn’t make contact. Ahhhhhhhh. I tell you, I’ve never before been so happy on hearing about someone’s illness . Once he was back on deck he sent a letter of offer that looked good, except … the start date is in March.
I sat on the problem overnight and decided that every other aspect of the job was positive and I could probably scrape together some temp work in the intervening period. I accepted in writing and then started panicking that so many things could go wrong between now and March and perhaps I was an idiot. But boss-to-be picked upon my jitters and brought me in to sign a pre-employment contract while the lawyer draws up my agreement.
So now I’m commuting 90 minutes each way into the city for a job with a commute that’s wearing my brain matter to dust, but it’s such a mental relief to be somewhere I can wander in, do my work and go home without worrying about who’s stabbing whose back with which weapon. Yes!
Crank-o-meter: bloody tired and lacking money