I know a good thing when I see it. I’m not one to take people or situations for granted; I try to regularly express my gratitude. I try to give as much as I receive.
My job is a good thing. Sure, it’s been a rocky year for the company, but that doesn’t change the fact that I love what I do and truly enjoy the people I work with. When I started four years ago, I was on a 3-month contract, and told my boss I wasn’t interested on joining the team permanently. My contract got renewed another 3 months, and it wasn’t long before I realized I did want to be a permanent fixture in the department. I recognized that the job just...fit.
Since then, I’ve tried to not just make the place enjoyable for myself but for those around me. I stay on top of my work, meet my deadlines and contribute as many ideas as I can, but I also try to make jokes, bring treats and generally just spread goodwill throughout our little cubicle village. The balance I’ve struck between discipline and fun has been praised and rewarded by the people around me. They treat me great. They like me. And that’s why this past week was so incredibly hard.
I made the official announcement that I’m leaving for England in July. I assembled a “work abroad proposal” for my boss, but let him know that I understood he might have to just let me go if it was best for the team. Unfortunately, his decision isn’t an easy one and I seem to have turned my department on its ear. My coworkers are vacillating between intrigue at the idea of me following a dream, and disgust that I would dare put them into this difficult situation. I’ve been hitting the bottle of TUMS like nobody’s business. I literally feel sick that I’ve caused such an uproar.
But I also know that no matter what the final decision is, everything will work out. It will work out for me because I will have an experience I’ve dreamed about for nearly 15 years. Sure, it’s only 7 weeks, but I’ll get to go live in another country and travel on weekends and experience a slightly different culture. And I’ll get to do it all for free, with the guy I’m head over heels in love with. Seriously, does it get any better than that?
I leave July 10th and return August 22nd. Mr. Wonderful and I are going to attempt to visit Dublin, Brussels, Barcelona, the English countryside, Bordeaux, Munich, Berlin and Prague. Lofty goals, I know. But we have a week of vacation built into the end of the schedule, so hopefully we’ll make good headway then.
I may be in limbo on the job front for the better part of this week. But at least I know that I have a ticket to Heathrow. I’m going. And maybe in the near future you’ll be reading this blog with a British accent…