This week the sideline project work I have been doing for Macmillan became rolled into a formal permanent job, that I had built but had now to apply for.
I have been terrified at the thought of not getting my own job. I had to be interviewed. How would I tell the suppliers I have worked so hard to build positive and personal relationships with if I wasn’t the right person to continue?
At the same time I was being mock interviewed by candidates for our Case Study department (a helpful thing I do) and I realised how far I have come from being the victim, and yet how fast we become that again!
I remember that hierarchy of needs, safe and secure being fundamental before self actualisation! Yet who am I? I have to be more than a job? I am sometimes an inspiration and other times stubborn and unforgiving! What would life have done anyway? And what was it that the cancer did? These are big questions for me as I have held senior management jobs before but always need to explain where that went wrong -both family and cancer sort of mucked up my career and they aren't allowed on my CV!
Thankfully I was successful. The cancer wasn't a battle but the career has been -maybe finally I am back on track!
The job lot...
Not bad for a Saturday
Woolworth's girl,
With a pop-off dress
Selling walnut whirl...
Not bad for a barmaid
Smelling of beer,
With a brash bright humour
At an old man’s leer…
Not bad for the bad girl
Renowned at school,
As the tart for the lark
Who avoided fixed rule…
Not bad for the dreamer,
(The poet can’t spell)
I’ve tried to improve
Though you really can’t tell…
Quite sad that the L&D
Manager Comm’s,
Took time out
For dodging of chemical bombs…
But glad that the fairy
Hung on with a passion,
For funding support
From digital fashion…
With particular thanks to those of you who have been with me all the way!
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