I’m very excited again this week to join a talented group of women bloggers in an online, unedited flash mob free write. This week, the word-prompt given to us by our fearless leader Kate Motaung (whose wonderful blog can be found at katemotaung.com) is “turn”. My timer is set for 5 minutes; ready, set,
If this had been the word last week, I don’t think I could have written a word, but Kate hit the nail on the head this week.
Why? Because yesterday there came a turn in the road for me. Not a bend. Not a curve. A turn.
Until yesterday, I thought of making some significant adjustments regarding my current position. I dabbled a bit — updating my resume, collecting one current letter of reference, and talking ad nauseum about my desire for change. A pretty lackadaisical approach to making a significant life change, you’d have to say.
Earlier this week, an incident at work caused me to think it was time to get more serious about a change. I asked for 2 more current letters of reference and contacted a previous supervisor for a 3rd — bringing my grand total of professional references to 4. I searched my employer’s website for a posting of a different position or perhaps the same position at a different location. Nada. I did a quick internet search and found a few intriguing listings. I even began putting together the *actual* application packet.
I didn’t respond to even the most intriguing positions.
Yesterday afternoon, though, an incident occurred that caused me to turn emotionally, mentally, and physically.
Mentally, I’m fed up. I’m fed up with my profession, my colleagues, and myself being treated with disrespect. It comes from all angles. From many in the public, from politicians (except when they need our vote or need a great sound bite), from clients, and even from those above us in the food chain.
I’m fed up mentally. I do everything I can and everything that is considered best practice in order to be effective at what I do. I treat others with respect, I do not react to disrespect or aberrant behavior on the part of clients, and I maintain a calm, professional demeanor. Yet, no matter what I do, the outcomes are not what they are at previous places of employment or at most other places that do what we do.
I’m fed up physically. I have been experiencing physical symptoms that are, according to my doctor and other reliable sources, clearly stress-related.
I’m not a quitter.
But I’ve turned a corner.