In January 2010 I’d just finished working for a company where I’d been an Admin Assistant for over ten years. I liked my work mates, I enjoyed my work, and I guess I really liked my little rut. But the company had changed and more change was coming: I figured if things had to change then I wanted to change on my own terms. When the company eventually offered voluntary redundancies, my hand shot up, ‘pick me’ I cried, maybe a little too loudly.

Of course, redundancy meant I still had change and uncertainty on my plate. I wondered how long it would take to find work? Could I perhaps try something other than office admin? Did I want to study? Well, the answers were; three weeks after starting to look, probably but not this time, and no, it costs too much, plus I couldn’t decide on a course.

A bit over a year later I find myself in a very similar position. I’ve just finished a ten week temp job that ended up lasting ten months. Again, I’m wondering how long it will take to find work? But this time, I’m not fazed by the uncertainty. I don’t fear the unknown. I faced this situation last year and ended up having a wonderful time in a new company, making new friends and learning new skills. Something will come along, and I will see it as long as I’m looking in the right places. And as it’s a numbers game, I’ve let everyone know that I’m available so I have extra eyes on the lookout.

My job hunting started in earnest on Tuesday, today is Thursday. So far I’ve applied for a few jobs on and I had one nibble on the strength of my cover letter. Two friends have forwarded my CV to prospective employers who might be interested in what I have to offer, and of those two I have an interview with one on Monday. I think that is a pretty good result for two days work, so now I’m going to reward myself with a cup of tea and a good book. I’ll miss that when I’m back in the working world.

I’m hoping to work for another ten years, and maybe the next job will be that brilliant job that I’d be happy to stay in for the whole ten years, or it might only be a temp thing that lasts for a couple of months, I don’t know. All I know is that I need to work, not only to pay for all the lovely holidays and music and comedy gigs I have planned for this year, but to give me a sense of purpose. Sitting at home with books and cups of tea is lovely, but I couldn’t do it all the time.