|Do I look too happy about this?|
After months of putting up with, rather than enjoying, my job, I sat down with my boss during what should have been my 6-month review (the point at which they would decide whether or not to confirm me in my contract, though this happened a little over 7 months into my working there) and told him that I didn't think he should confirm my contract, after all. He had been leaning that way, and so had I, since November at least, and I explained that I just didn't think my personality well-suited to a marketing role. I hate lying, I hate bullshit, I hate trying to anticipate what other people will find interesting, I hate having to dumb-down my writing so that other people will understand it, and I despise using marketing language to promote something I don't really believe in. The events management aspect would have been fine, if I had ever managed to get clear communication regarding exactly what they wanted, but that was extremely rare, and when coupled with the kind of reaction I got when I went ahead and did things the way I thought they should be done, well, it was not the most pleasurable part of the job.
|Tasting at the Summertown Wine Café|
So, what am I doing now?
|W3, looking good before Torpids Dinner|
So really, I am enjoying myself thoroughly since leaving my job, and though I know it can't last forever, I am going to continue to enjoy it for as long as humanly possible. My grandmother and cousin will arrive for a visit in a week and a half, and at the end of March I will go with the Lincoln College Boat Club on a rowing training camp trip to Budapest, Hungary. If by that time I don't have a new job lined up, I will reassess my situation and act accordingly. But for now, it's all good.
I have to say, unemployment agrees with me.