I’ve been working at the firm I am currently in for the last 12 months and two weeks ago I was asked to join another team in my department as
1. My role was ceasing
2. I had really proved myself in these last 12 months and thought I could handle this new job.
All very good but it’s still a temp role which is financially crippling but the hours are good and at the end of the day, it’s paying (just) my bills and keeps Jim Jam in biscuits.
I get reviews every 3 months but essentially the job is for a year.
After my wonderful prognosis last week, I was both euphoric and daunted at the same time.
The feeling of euphoria is fast fading.
My life is now basically on a temp contract. I get reviewed every 3 months, but I’m hoping that the contract gets extended to more than a year.
I want to so badly just let myself revel in this joy. I still don’t quite believe the outcome.
I used to be such a dreamer; an eternal optimist. I would see the good In all situations. Even when I was diagnosed with Cancer, I took it as an opportunity to try out a new hair style.
But along with taking my ability to have children, it seems as though cancer has taken some of my spirit too.
I don’t think I’ll ever fully let myself celebrate until perhaps at the magic 5 year mark.
So, I have a new temp job and a new temp life.
Lets hope both bosses like me.