Last week it finally happened. After being a “professional unemployee” for way too long – maybe 18 months? – a past employer telephoned me and offered me a job. Wow! And, even though, as a lady “of a certain age” I’m somewhat disillusioned and war-torn – after jobseeking for such a long time (my survival was my blog “50 Shades of Unemployment”), the job offer has given me a confidence boost …And I suddenly feel like I’m part of the human race again …. make that, “rat-race”.
I worked at the same organization, three years ago, when I was taken on to fill in for someone going on extended holidays in Europe. Back then, the boss had said she’d like to keep me on, after my colleague returned. However, as is the usual case, funding ran out, and so my joblessness began.
When I returned to the organization this week, it was like GroundHog Day. And sadly, only three familiar faces remain, from my initial 2010 stint. They are the lucky employees who survived the staffing cuts, and associated stresses. They’re also the ones with the healthy bank balances. And, they also know where the bodies are buried. Of course, I know not to mention these, and not to get caught up in the office politics.
So I’m not going to jump for joy – even though I feel like doing that – as I know things could change there any day, and I live with the reality that I could be given the flick at any moment. Meantime, my period of joblessness, has shown me that I can survive without a job, and that I’ m still a valuable part of the community ….even when some politicians suggest otherwise.