Yesterday I accepted a new job!!
I’m going to be working near Kensington Olympia (London) and hopefully spending time down the gym too thanks to subsidised membership - although that’s at Chelsea Bridge!!
How the hell I got that job I don’t know…the interviewer really went for it, asking me all kinds of questions, I had to do a 10-min presentation on the company and its business services, I used words I couldn’t even say (and admitted this), I was quizzed about why I have a 2:2 and should be recruited, I was asked why I want to work for myself and haven’t done so yet (as per previous post), I was asked what inspires me, am I competitive, what are my major life achievements, am I perfect?
It’s going to be a fab career move for me I think, and it means I can live near Matt and have my weekends back and be normal once again!
Anyway, 6 people interviewed, one person chosen. Me. I’ll be working in a team of 5 and am really excited about meeting my new colleagues and getting settled (after some training in Manchester), although it will be sad to leave my housemates/friends in Birmingham behind although I am sure we will stay in touch and still meet up.
This post is going to look a bit boring so I’ve added some random pictures.
So I handed in my notice yesterday afternoon. Understandably my boss was less than impressed, but I can’t work out why it wasn’t obvious that I was looking to leave. I have been so demotivated and devalued by him being too lazy to do photocopying/send things to clients by email that are in-front of him/having me do his dirty work and take the brunt of a customer’s tempers when he did something wrong if he did it at all. I know my job is/was as a support role and to manage the office while he went on customer visits etc., but to do that successfully don’t you need to talk to your staff/train them/respect them?
When I interviewed for this job I admitted I knew nothing about the steel industry. Everything I know now I have pretty much found out myself, or have had to get to the bottom of somehow. No information has been volunteered to me, which I guess shows initiative on my part, but I’m an account executive not an interpol detective. Sending me to Belgium for 3 weeks to drink a lot of coffee and get bored in a hotel does not constitute as training. Nor does giving me a list of email addresses in Germany and Italy and asking me to sort it out myself with ‘I don’t know, ask them, you can go to their offices if necessary’.
Anyway, boss, yes, he was not happy. Asked why I am leaving so soon, well, more commented, he didn’t listen to anything I had to say much! Then he promptly was cold(er) for the rest of the day. His boss has asked me about why I am leaving this morning and was very nice about it, and we’re having a meeting next week.
I really could bum about for the next month but I need something to take my mind off the pending boredom so am now writing a mega-manual on how to do my job for the next poor soul to eat cereal at my desk and check their Facebook a million times a day whilst losing the will to live.
This job HAS been good for me, I’ve learned more about myself and the way I need to work to be happy than I could have anywhere else. The flashy name looks good on my CV and I’ll no doubt get a good reference. Birmingham’s been a cool place to live. Not only that, but it randomly brought me closer to London where Matt lives. If I had still have been living in Wakefield, there’s no way we would still be together now due to the distance and cost of seeing each other.
So check me out, and now a busy weekend looms. A house barbecue tomorrow (a mix of Arch’s birthday, and me and her celebrating job progress), on Monday I’m going to see a Shakespeare play (woo)…in Stratford.
On Tuesday I’m going to find somewhere to live (hopefully)…if anyone has any tips about finding a houseshare in Shepherds Bush, drop me a comment!
Kim xx
