I've realised recently that it takes something of significance to make me write my blog.
Significance is a funny word. We attach it to things like buying houses (I've done that since my last post), getting married (that too) and other major life changes.
While I've been on a roll with buying a house and getting married I thought it would also be wise to complete the 'trifecta' of significant and stress-inducing life changes within six months. That's right; I decided to change my job.
While changing jobs is not in itself a big deal (even though I had been at my existing job for almost seven years) this particular job change attempt produced for me the strangest week in my life.
As I boarded a plane for Sydney I thought of a metaphor for the events that unfolded in that fateful week. I likened it to a career 'plane crash'. While it seems a little extreme it's hard to deny that there are some parallels.
The plane itself represents my aspirations and hopes for a fulfilling future career. The story starts from boarding and progresses to smooth sailing at altitude (the seat belt signs were even turned off). But then of course the tale outlines the ultimate plummet to earth and the process of picking through the wreckage to salvage the black box.
I do hope that this black box may provide a tale of caution to future job change attempts.
This story will take some time to detail as it is the details themselves which make this tapestry even richer. 'Confusing' and 'weird' are about to confront you like a shark with knees that can breathe air. Allow me to indulge myself with a few separate posts.
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