I’ve discovered my voice again, at work. In my previous position it was difficult to suggest ideas or voice an opinion without fear of embarrassment or even worse, retribution. Any creative ideas fell on deaf ears. My job became almost robotic. Now, I still work for the same University, but in a different division. After fourteen years I was let go from my original position. Since I worked with very sensitive information in my previous position, it was recommended that I would be transferred to the campus academic library to finish out my contract. The Dean I was assigned to is a dream to work with. She is engaging and supportive and she would soon discover that my ideas and work ethic fit with her needs.
I worked my butt off to become a permanent member of her team. In the end, after some nail biting weeks and stress that basically ripped my stomach to shreds, a contract was worked out, mid-summer and I got the job! My summer of shit’s one very bright spot.
I cannot express enough how much I love my job. I work for someone who appreciates me, never takes credit for the work I do, and gives me projects that take me out of my comfort zone and allow me to showcase my talents. I am forever grateful that she took a chance on me, but most of all I am happy I took the chance on me and didn’t just give in to the demons that were telling me to give up. I enjoy going to work but most importantly I can say with all honesty, I love my job.