‘I thinka mighta gotta job…’
That’s one of my favourite lines in one of my favourite movies staring Damon Wayans and Marlon Wayans – Mo’ money. And I made sure to use it two weeks ago when I got a job offer.
So yes, I’ve got a new job. Elle is 41 weeks today, and Roz was exactly the same when I went back to work, and I’d forgotten just how small they still are.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s great to have had nine months of maternity. I know a lot if countries have far less, but damn! The world could do so much better. A year would have been nice, just to get her over that milestone. And she’s getting so interesting now, standing on her own, crawling, babbling and saying ‘mamamama’ and ‘abha!’ Which means anything and everything and is ridiculously cute. And the relationship between the two small girls is entering a new phase. They have two games they play that Roz made up. One is a bizarre hair pulling game where Elle will tank Roz’s hair with full force while screaming, Roz will scream with her, then tickle her under the chin and both girls burst into the most delicious giggles, and repeat ad nauseum. They both love it. I wince with each hair pull, but hey, it’s her head right? The other is a blinking game that’s a lot gentler on my nerves. Roz does a long blink, Elle does a long blink, then Roz does a long blink, then Elle…. you get the picture. It’s really cute, done in silence with big smiles on their faces.
So yeah, I’m going to be missing that on a daily basis.
It’s a new job, a new area of finance for me, new part of the city, and I’ll admit that I’m nervous as hell. I’ve already had two dreams, one was where I realised I started a day later than I was meant to. I ended up rechecking my contract to make sure I have the date seared into my brain the next morning; and in the other, I got there and the office was laid out in a classroom style, row upon row of new employees starting, given psychometric tests, and I’d missed the instructions.
Freud would have a field day.
Hell, I had a field at interpreting the dreams after I’d stopped freaking out.
But it’ll be alright.
The one constant in this life is change, and if you stay always within your comfort zone, you keep yourself away from so many experiences that help you grow emotionally. It would have been much safer to simply go back to my old on and slot back in like I’d never left, but I think this is going to be good. At least different.
Jeez! There’s some profound point I’m trying to make here but keep missing so I’ll just stop before I begin to ramble. (Too late, says you)
Anyway, yeah, new job, new set of skills to discover, new names to learn, new things to juggle in life.
No rest for the wicked.