I started my new job three weeks ago working as a Project Administrator for Logan Water. I’m easing into my new job gently – not on purpose, that’s just the way it panned out. My first week started on a Wednesday, so I only had a three-day week. My second week was a four-day week because of Easter Friday, and two of those days I spent doing my council induction. I’m currently in my third week, and again it’s a four-day week because of Easter Monday. After two five-day weeks there are another two four-day weeks due to ANZAC Day and Labour Day. I love being in Australia at this time of year. There are more public holidays than you can poke a stick at.

But back to my new job; at first I felt like I was on a foreign exchange program, a total immersion into a world where I didn’t understand what was going on, where anything was, or what they were all talking about? I know it will take a while before I feel like a native; in the meantime I am learning all the time. There seems to be an acronym for everything, and they use a document manager instead of storing things in folders on different drives. Slowly but surely things are starting to gel in my brain and little light bulbs in my head are flashing more frequently as I understand more and more of what is going on around me.

If someone had told me three months ago that I would be in a new job before April, a job that entailed going to lots of meetings, taking minutes, organising my Project Manager’s calendar and having the choice of 13 different types of tea for my tea break, I would have said, “you’re dreaming” but that is what is happening. Who knew I had it in me? Well, it seems a few people did, and they all pushed me to try for things that the old ‘but I like my rut’ me would have chickened-out of for fear of failure.

There have been so many work-related ‘firsts’ this past few weeks that I even tackled another first without too many qualms. You see, I don’t like to drive very much, I only usually stay within a few suburbs of home, and I’ve hardly ever driven on the motorway; and yet over the Easter weekend I drove all the way to Coffs Harbour in New South Wales for a Teardrop gathering. That’s over five hours each way – in Easter traffic – while towing! That might not seem like a big thing to most people, but to me it was an acheivement. I did not learn to drive until I was 34 so I have been driving for 10 years now. Maybe it took me 10 years to feel confident enough to tackle a journey this long, or it might be that I needed to be this ‘new me’ to tackle it: The confident me!

Whoever said, “as one door closes another one opens” was so right. Accepting voluntary redundancy closed the door on my comfort zone and opened the door to a whole new world.

Part of the lovely coastline of Coffs Harbour