Another day. Another dollar.
A colleague resigns today. We’d all seen it coming. At least he was open about it. One organisation’s loss is another’s gain. I’m going to really miss him. We’d worked closely the past couple of years, and he was great at doing the tasks I wasn't up to. We were just a good fit, and I don’t know if anyone else could ever replace him.
My contract goes on for a few more months. And then I’ll be leaving too. Some ways it’d be a relief. But job hunting won’t be easy here. I may have to relocate again. God. Anything but that. I’ll do everything I can to stay. But ultimately, I know I have to go where the jobs are. That could well mean moving back to Wellington.
No! No way am I moving back there.
I’d rather die before I do that.
Yeah right I’ve heard that one before.
I’ve already started looking around, placed a couple of applications. No returns so far. Not so much as an interview. I’m getting despondent. But most of all, I fear being out of a job. I don’t cope well without that kind of stability - my only anchor to sanity. And having a job justifies my existence to myself.
The changes I knew were coming? They’re here now. I can’t pretend anymore.