Waiting for a Rainy Day
March 30th 2007 09:43
Again I’m going to put aside using this blog as one that deals with words (apart from those I’m using to write here) and talk about work again.
I’ve been working temporarily for a couple of months now, and getting used to the place, its quirks, tensions, humours, language, and attitudes. And it’s technology.
But both my wife and I have been struggling quite a lot with the whole unsettledness of it all. Both of us, separately, felt that we should leave aside my quest for a permanent job in the meantime. Instead, we’d take a trip to the UK, where my wife’s family all lives, and spend a few months there, relaxing, getting our energy back and having a real break from the routines we’ve lived with for the last twenty or so years.
I’ve inherited some money a couple of years ago, and we left a decent sum of it in England for a rainy day. The rainy day (sans rain) has come.
But, would you believe, we’d no sooner made up our minds to go, than I was asked to go into the boss’s office. And he offered me a permanent position with the company. Quandary.
There wasn’t any choice. If I’d said to my wife at that point we were going to stay, she would have blown a stack, collapsed in a heap, eaten my head off, and various other horrific things. She needs to go back home for a while. I don’t think there’s any doubt about it. Every so often she has to get the place out of her system again. There’s no doubt that she calls New Zealand home in the real sense of the word, now, and all our children and grandchildren are here, and are very precious to us, but there’s an underlying call back to her other home every so often, and to deny this, when there’s an opportunity to go, would be bad for her health, I suspect.
Hopefully when we get back, around Christmas, I’ll be able to pick up something at this workplace, since they know me now, and know what I can do. If not, the whole thing starts all over again.
I’ve been working temporarily for a couple of months now, and getting used to the place, its quirks, tensions, humours, language, and attitudes. And it’s technology.
But both my wife and I have been struggling quite a lot with the whole unsettledness of it all. Both of us, separately, felt that we should leave aside my quest for a permanent job in the meantime. Instead, we’d take a trip to the UK, where my wife’s family all lives, and spend a few months there, relaxing, getting our energy back and having a real break from the routines we’ve lived with for the last twenty or so years.
I’ve inherited some money a couple of years ago, and we left a decent sum of it in England for a rainy day. The rainy day (sans rain) has come.
But, would you believe, we’d no sooner made up our minds to go, than I was asked to go into the boss’s office. And he offered me a permanent position with the company. Quandary.
There wasn’t any choice. If I’d said to my wife at that point we were going to stay, she would have blown a stack, collapsed in a heap, eaten my head off, and various other horrific things. She needs to go back home for a while. I don’t think there’s any doubt about it. Every so often she has to get the place out of her system again. There’s no doubt that she calls New Zealand home in the real sense of the word, now, and all our children and grandchildren are here, and are very precious to us, but there’s an underlying call back to her other home every so often, and to deny this, when there’s an opportunity to go, would be bad for her health, I suspect.
Hopefully when we get back, around Christmas, I’ll be able to pick up something at this workplace, since they know me now, and know what I can do. If not, the whole thing starts all over again.
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