For the past few days, I have been interviewing people for my job. I have to tell you, it’s a trip.
We have about 125 applicants. When I applied for this job, I think there were 5 applicants. Quite the difference, sign of the times right?
Before I knew I was leaving this job, I had plenty of days when I wished that I was. We all have those days at work right? Where you just don’t want to do your job anymore? I mean, for me, it’s few and far between, but they do exist. But, now that it’s a reality it’s sort of freaking me out a little bit.
I want, more than anything, to live with my husband again, but leaving my job makes me panic a little bit, and i’m starting to get a little bit emotional about it. I have a fantastic job, great co-workers, and an amazing boss. When I interview these candidates, I go through a strange succession of emotions. Doubt, disbelief, feeling like this is MY job, and you don’t get to have it!
I sort of feel like I am leaving my baby with a baby sitter. The plan is to have the new person hired before my last day, so can train them. I can already feel myself starting to want to micromanage the person to death. To tell them everything that I do and how I do it.
I think this is all part of making the transition to my new life. Even though my husband is already gone, not that much has changed for me, aside from that one gigantic factor. It’s all part of learning to let go, and move on. Right?