Three months ago I wrote about how my husband impulsively decided to quit his job. Thankfully, everything worked out really well in the end, and I landed a casual job that pays me good money to do what I love — writing and creating graphics — while also allowing me to finish in time to pick up my son from school. But, perhaps it worked out a little too well, because Disconcur has gone and done it again; he finishes up at his current job on Monday and will instead focus on building a career out of streaming and content creation. Eek!
The only thing that is stopping me from falling into a panic-wrecked heap on the floor is the fact that I have been given full-time hours at my job until at least the end of June. The bills will be covered and the kids won’t starve. As a bonus, I won’t need to take time off to look after sick children because Disco will be there to do so. On the surface, it sounds like the perfect time to make the leap and chase some dreams.
However, there’s always a catch, and my wonderful job will be switching to a full-time position in the very near future. While that sounds like something to celebrate, I work for a government organisation that has to advertise the position to public instead of internally.
Everyone keeps assuring me that I should have no problem getting it, but I am a realist and I know that if someone comes along with more experience or a university degree, I am toast. The job market around here is abysmal at the moment and the competition will be ferocious. Have I made a good enough impression on them that they will consider me? Will the leave I have taken to look after the kids be a black mark against my name? Am I going to choke during the panel interview and make myself look like an incompetent fool?
I already wanted this job so badly, but now there is so much more at stake than my ego and some play money. Now I have no idea how I will feed my family if I don’t get it and the hours dry right up.
I don’t begrudge Disco for throwing in the towel on his conventional job — he should never have accepted it in the first place as it was not the right line of work for him at all. I do wish he had have waited until we at least knew what was happening with my position, though. It certainly would have done wonders for my sanity!
Ah well. On the plus side, he has promised me that he will treat me like an absolute queen, and so far he has made good on that. How else would I have all this time to blog? 🙂
Tune in to http://www.twitch.tv/Disconcur from next Tuesday and give him grief for me, please?