WorkSometimes I think I put myself under too much pressure to perform career wise. Once upon a time I worked as a manager in the on-trade, managing a series of pubs and hotels across the south west of England and in London. I loved the work (in bars more than hotels). I got to work an hour before I had to, worked like a slave, partied like an animal... and loved pretty much every minute of it. While the work didn't pay alot it was counter balanced by the fact that I didn't have to pay rent, coucil tax, telephone rental, TV licence, water, electricity, gas, or for food even. My ENTIRE paycheck was expendable income. While I toyed with the idea of taking it on as a career, and was backed up by my superiors and customers, I ended up leaving the trade to follow a business path. At the time I guess I felt that I was one step away from what could end up being my top position within the brewery and I didn't feel that that was sufficient opportunity for me. There was also the problem of having to work many Friday and Saturday nights for what would have been the forseeable future.
After being in London for 6 months I was gifted the opportunity to apply for a graduate trainee position within a blue chip tobacco company. Following 2 months of applications, assessments, and interviews, I was finally successful in gaining the position. Along woth 20 others I was chosen from an initial pool of over 600 applicants and I was damn proud of it. And so followed a manic whirlwind tour of England, which saw me working in a new area every week from Cornwall to Manchester and pretty much everywhere in between. They were heady times and I believed I was settled in for the long haul with a company which could provide me with every career opportunity I could want.
Then as they say, the proverbial shit hit the proverbial fan... at proverbial pace. On the cusp of my 3 month probationary period I was forced to resign, along with a colleague, for ridiculously fabricated and transparent reasons. What the underlying reason for needing to shift 2 employees was I have no idea. No one at the company would give me an answer... but then again there weren't that many who would look me in the eye either. I met up with a senior colleague by chance a few weeks ago and when the subject came up all she would say was 'It wasn't right. It shouldn't have happened like that. None of us thought so.' Kind words, but sometimes even they're not enough.

Which brings me to the present. I am once again in the midst of those applications, assessments, and interviews. This time it's for a diffent blue chip company. They're the biggest in their field worldwide and fall into the top 5 biggest companies in the UK. If you've ever been to their head office then you'll recognise them from the picture. The opportunity the position presents is hard to describe. It's everything I want career wise right now... and I'm on very sensitive tender hooks while I wait for the application process to run it's course. The twist to the tale is that technically I work for them already. Confused? Don't be. I work for a third party agency on said companys' account and am now looking to essentially transfer in house with them. Whether this carries any extra weight I have no idea, but I hope it does.
So far this is how things stand:
1)
CV application PASSED
2)
Personality/leadership questionaire AWAITING RESULT
3) Assessment centre
4) Interview (possible: I'm not sure if the interview will be included on the assessment day)
I can't help feeling like the application is taking so much of my headspace right now that it's affecting
Natalie too. My brow seems constantly furrowed as I mull over everything that has/is/might happen in the future depending on the outcome of this. And judging by the number of times she's asked me if I'm alright the last couple of days she's not oblivious to the fact that something is on my mind.
Gaining this position, while putting me squarely back on track career-wise, brings with it it's own series of hiccups. First and foremost amongst these is the fact that while there are multiple positions on offer with the company none of them fall into my area. At best result I will have to move toward Barking or Romford. Perhaps even Maidstone. That result dumps an extra load of issues on what is still a fledgling relationship, and while I'm not worried in the least that it will mean the end of Natalie and I, it does mean extra hassle. As always we've discussed this and there are contingency plans in place should the best happen.
But now I'm tired and I want to go to bed. I feel better for having written again. Watch this space and you could either emerge triumphant... or crash badly right along with me. What fun.