Three and a half years ago I decided to change jobs. Planned on moving, getting closer to family, out of the “Zion Curtain” as they call it, and go to a more liberal, single friendly place. Well, ok, liberal for Utah!
Plan A. Transfer to a new, sparkly facility that is being staffed with two facilities to make one. Keep seniority, pay and go where everyone is the “new” person. Sell house, move closer to family, buy a smaller, less upkeep home. Sounds great, eh? In theory it does!
Actuality. Window of keeping seniority lost by one month as time to get pay status approved took extra long. My former boss was nice to me. Gave me raises when others didn’t get them. Put me in a management pay range that was difficult to change jobs and keep the pay scale. This was to help her as well as be nice to me. If I am unable to have anyone match salary, I will not leave! Good plan. Except the living in Zion part! Additionally, the housing market tanked, unable to sell home without losing many thousands of dollars on purchase price, not even counting the amount lost for improvements made equaling over 25 thousand. No problem, I can commute for a while until market improves. Market still has not improved, has actually worsened. Would take an even larger loss, not the amount I am willing to lose! Several months into the job, I was still commuting, still had not gotten the seniority thing worked out, seeing the lost cause in that area, and on top of it, I don’t really care for a lot of things about my job. I loved my old one, had a hard time leaving. Family was the only thing worth trading the job I loved and selling a house I really liked and had worked a long time to not only buy, but to fix up to my liking. It is still needing a few improvements in that area, as I stopped all improvements at that time. No sense throwing money away that I wouldn’t recoup. The larger blow was then thrown when the family that I was moving closer to be near, divorced. Now they moved, not only closer, but with me. Now I needed the bigger house. Still commuting an hour each way. Driving past my old job on the way. Working nights.
I shouldn’t complain about the nightshifts. I have a really cake schedule for my career. Healthcare is a 24/7 operation. Nights, week ends and holidays are part of the package. Twenty five years of them, not an odd thing for me. My old job I worked week ends. But I worked days. Six am to six thirty pm, three to four days a week. Every other saturday and sunday were included. Pretty nice.
Now I work nights. Three nights a week, seven pm to seven thirty am. I do get most week ends off, I work Sunday nightshift every week. Sunday, Monday and Tuesday nights. The princess shift my coworkers call it. I call it doable. I still don’t care much for my job. A lot of factors are in this decision. I like a lot of things about it, a lot I don’t. It is an ok job.Most would say it is a nice enough job, better than some. But, I am used to loving my job, so it makes the ok, it is fine part of it, not fine. I have been lucky, I usually love my job, I have always said my job is the best one I have ever had. No matter where I am working at the time. As once it is starting to not be the best one, I look and move. Loving where you spend that much time is essential to me.
So, the predicament I am now in is quite, I would say, unsatisfactory. Sometimes I think that the whole situation makes me not like the job more than I would have as I do like a lot of parts about it. I like some of the people I work with real well. Living across the street, literally, from my old job that I liked, driving an hour with the gas prices continuing to climb, working nightshifts, having a harder time staying awake and driving home more difficult each week, makes this thought a lot stronger in my head that I may not have given it a fair chance. Maybe. I have given it three and a half years. I dread going into work more each time. Week after week. I think I have given it a chance.
On the positive side. I have made many new friends. I have found a whole community of like-minded people who I would never have found if it weren’t for one chance encounter at this job. I have found in that community one love who I adore. Him alone is worth all of the negatives of the situation, and so many more.
Yes, for these reasons, changing jobs was definitely a good thing.
I decided recently I needed to start looking at changing jobs again. I have not ever truely liked this job, I do not like the night shifts. I want to be home in bed with Tutivillus at night, I want to have week ends off, I want a normal life. Well, somewhat, I don’t think I will ever be “normal”! I guess the better definition is a normal schedule. I mentally pictured the perfect job, one I knew about, I had seen this at my previous job. I made a list of the criteria for a job that resembled the traits of what I would love to have, based on this model. I matched it with the known jobs in the corporation I work for. I have worked for them for eighteen years. I decided messing with my retirement, although in the distant future, would not be a good thing. I have interviewed for management jobs previously. They all require a cut in pay as I am above their starting point for new managers. I am stuck in a rock and a hard place to put it easily. I am expecting a cut in pay with this new job. Ok, I will save in gas money. Gas prices are $3.50 a gallon at present, and climbing. I drive 90 miles each day to work. If I start looking at the one across the street, I can walk to work again, save on gas. Yes, a wage cut would be ok. I can do it. Plan in mind, now to sit by and abide my time until something close to the criteria match would open up. This company is not known for their “quick” hiring practices. Usually it is about two to three months for new hiring. Four to six weeks for internal hiring. I start going online to search and keep my ears open, set up a weekly search time. Bide my time.
That was last week.
The search criteria on day two found a very interesting job. This job was in a management area, the job I had based my criteria upon. In the unit I had previously worked. Working with my old boss. I applied. Two days later they called. Interview the next day. Job offer the following day. I start in two weeks. No cut in pay. When does that happen.Especially in this corporation.
In one weeks time, I have went from deciding I need to change jobs, to having the job I wanted.
To put it in a sappy, cheesy way, I am going home now.