I think that’s a really good move for the secondment. If things don’t work out or if it’s too daunting a task (bearing in mind you have had a rough time for the last couple of years), you can return.
I hope you enjoy the task
Congratulations @Palerider. The secondment sounds an excellent idea. I did that once when I wasn't sure that the role I was moving to was really what I wanted. It turned out to be a good move. Not so much that job, but the fact it lead on to a job where i stayed until I retired and was very happy.
My husband and I were talking yesterday about how we moved where we are now to shorten our commutes to work, and how neither of us could have managed the long commute for much longer. I hope being nearer to home will be a good move for you too.
Excellent news @Palerider , and very wise of you to negotiate a secondment to start with. it’s great that other professionals recognise the extent of your experience and professionalism. I wish you all the very best.
Glad to hear the good news! This changing jobs is a bit of a pain in the neck! Just glad the times I’ve changed jobs it was all so much easier. However, last few years were working for myself and now I’m retired. No more jobs!
I caught up with the BIL last night on the phone, he is still feeling the pain of Karen’s passing, but there is not much I can do other than lend an ear. I was not great myself yesterday, so said I would visit next bank holiday weekend. Its hard because as I walk in everything triggers those last few weeks.
Today is a beautiful day and I went out for a drive passing by some old spots and driving down some of the roads mum took her last epic wander on -it still amazes me how she got so far, and she was heading in the right direction to where home used to be until she got stuck. I think its fair to say even now the tears well up in my eyes from time to time as I drive past.
So, this is it, pretty much. This is how it all panned out. Its funny how we have ideas about how our lives will be as our families get older, but of course they do not come to fruition sometimes. I do feel a sense of yearning to wind the clock back, but then I would have to relive it all again.
It is only when we arrive at this space in life do, we realise how important it is to treasure those we are close to and to make the most of the time we have.
Have just caught up with your thread @Palerider . Congratulations on the new job!
I am sure your BIL appreciates you being there to listen to him.
It's surprising what triggers our memories, and how we wish we could turn the clocks back, but we'd have to live through the bad, as well as the good, again. Yes, we all must make the most of being with those we are close to, and building memories.
Well, the situation has changed on the job front and the new place are saying they can't offer secondment, so I have had to come to a decision whether to accept or decline the job. I have decided to decline on this occasion, purely because they were too vague aorund the project and also the expectations. I have since had an email asking if I would be interested in applying in a few months once they have got themselves sorted and started -I have of course said yes, but of course in time other jobs come up
@Palerider - politics in the NHS - well I never! Sounds like a good time to wait a bit and see how things turn out. I can't believe how the NHS messes people about during the recruitment process. I hope things work our for you. It's a funny old time in the NHS at the moment. I am being made redundant and looking for a job. Temp work available, relating to Covid but perm jobs is more difficult, though I am non-clinical so a different world.
Hope something that is a better fit comes up soon. I think your wise, I really regret moving jobs just to be nearer home. I left something I really enjoyed with lovely people for something I was extremely unhappy in.
Thanks everyone. I was hoping that this may be have been the opportunity I needed to settle down finally, but its wasn't right and I know it wasn't. I'll keep on looking -eventually something will come along, it always does.
On the home front, the legal case is movong forward around the CHC funding, I suspect it will be a couple of months before all the facts are gathered in order to proceed.
I am still having to book to see my mum which is dissapointing given new evidence that two vaccinations means low risk of transmission of SARS-CoV-2. Its wrong very wrong but I feel so beaten down by the whole system I have little left to fight with. However, onwards we must go, dementia care in the UK is dire, ad hoc and level of support fragmented and its important we don't forget the experiences we have faced and how it badly needs to change. If anything please consider again sending a letter to your MP -please sign this:
Decades of underfunding have led to a social care system that’s difficult to access, costly, inadequate and unfair. It doesn't have to be this way. Because while dementia isn’t curable yet, the care system is.
Today I woke and the world felt different. I drove to do some shopping and sat in the car watching the rain and the world go by for some twenty or so minutes, sipping a Costa cappuccino. Today I felt different, and it all feels different -like an awakening I did not expect.
“The world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong at the broken places.” Ernest Hemingway
Life does break us, as our hopes and aspirations change, and we learn that in some things we have no power or control. I once wrote about waves coming in succession as things went from bad to worse trying to keep mum at home and reflecting on days of absolute despair in how we are set up to fail, no matter how hard we try. How I wished it would not happen and how I tried so hard to hang onto a disease that shows no mercy for the person it holds in its propensity or for those who care. But the waves get bigger and stronger as they toss us around and, in the swell, we swim pointlessly, till the next wave comes, until we reach deep water and the depths below -the abyss.
Just as one moment of time see’s us through one loss, so the sea of life drags us out again only to endure another and then another.
“Marooned in a well of grief, I felt alone in a world surrounded by people, a place where I was unable to articulate the wound that clutched at my soul.” Tina Zarlenga
Today was different for once and the wound at my soul has closed, that what has happened over the last five years or so has moved into the accepted part and parcel of life, closed only to reveal a scar -a feint reminder of where I have come from and where finally I am going to. I have not had so much clarity for so long, that I had forgot what it felt like to feel again instead of being just numb. I am sure countless others have experienced this, but today for the first time in a long time I started to see again, to awaken to the day and the moment. It takes a long time to heal, but I think today I felt whole again and that is a good thing.