This week I
started a new job - the first time I’ve worked full-time for about ten
years. So yeah, culture shock. The main way I have prepared for this
life-changing event has been through developing a colour-coded childcare
spreadsheet which impresses even my most anally-retentive leanings. Possibly The Childcare System frightens me
more each time I look at it and, what with more INSET days than I thought it
was possible to cram into a term, it seems likely that it will test the goodwill of our families to the limit.
But week one and there have been no sickness bugs. [punches air]
Although two weeks into term and everyone is doing a nice job of
developing hacking coughs.
So, going
back to work then. Obviously ten years
on and my old working wardrobe has seen better days, so I have eked out this
week trying to smart-casualise my interview suit (it’s a thing), while doing
some participation observation of what everyone else is wearing (more
funky, yet smarter, gear than me). The
night before my first day I was, predictably, a nervous wreck, a situation which I countered with some hardcore school uniform labelling - a job during
which it is impossible not to get obsessed with how variable the quality of
labels are these days. And of course asking myself, yet again, why I never invested in a permanent marker. The journey to work, planned out to within an
inch of its life, turned into a farce.
A journey that should take 40 minutes took 2 hours. So professionalism. I now realise that my first day travel arrangements
fall into the category of doomed. My
first ever day at the job I did before children was victim to a freak
storm with all trains from the South into London cancelled. You couldn’t make
this stuff up. I spent most of the day inexplicably stuck in Fareham, which is neither near my house, not - obviously - London. Perhaps I should
endeavour never to change jobs again.
But when I
finally arrived at work, considerably more flustered than I’d hoped, my boss
was nothing but lovely about it. And when she showed
me my office (my OWN office!! Headspace, luxury of the highest order), with loads of light and
yellow roses, she fast became the best boss ever. Did I mention the sign on my door?? For the first time in years, I felt like a
grown-up, not just someone who is failing at the social minefield of the playground, and sending the kids to about 30 less activities than they deserve. Of course, at first I barely
understood a word of what was going on, so badly was I drowning in information,
but by day 4 I felt like I was surfacing from the black hole of moving to a new computer, and actually starting to produce work that wasn’t
completely leftfield. There has actually
been time to plan and finish tasks! This bit has been a revelation - part-time, I was constantly in guilt mode that I wasn’t
pulling my weight compared to colleagues who were in every day, and desperately working into the early hours trying to compensate. It has in
fact been that rare and treasured thing of a good first week, helped no end by
my colleagues, who, without exception, have all been interesting, welcoming, and had a healthy dose of self-depreciation. And going out
to lunch, every day! What, really, is not to
like in this situation??
All of which
made me feel slightly guilty about how happy I felt coming home on Friday, as
it’s obviously been a big change for everyone.
Every minute of the week is now structured. I get up earlier and cack-handedly blitz the
domestic stuff I would usually have done after the school run, drop everyone
off at the bus-stop and school, before driving into work (an unanticipated bonus has been the extra dose of Radio 4 I get in my day). And then we have The System to rule the after-school
period, after which Charlie picks them all up and deals with baths, sandwich
boxes and supper. It’s this end of the
day that I appreciate I’ve had the good deal on so far. No more the after-school
gumpiness – when I get home my children are all fed, and full of hugs and a zillion things to tell me. Long may it last, for this bit is amazing. And then
we launch into another hour or so of manic activity before bedtime. God, that Friday night beer was good this week!
I had
thought that this weekend would be all lie-ins and chilling. But it turns out that you just need to
squeeze in more of the stuff you’d normally do during the week. Dur! And
I have not even begun to think about what a hovel our house is looking like, or
how neglected my friends and family are.
One step at a time …
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