Five months late ...

So it's five months late, but here it is. The new blog post into the life of me a capite ad calcem (from top to toe) in 2011.

What to say? 2010 was a good year filled with its own highs, lows and wonderfully motionless weeks where nothing extraordinary happen, but nothing terrible occured either. I was one happy girl when life continued at it's snail crawl, but sitting getting complacent unfortunately, isn't something life thinks I do well at. So it decided to heave-ho and stir the pot for me, with the end result being that I felt as if a hurricane had torn through me while I was on a sinking ship.

In December, on my birthday (the 12th if anyone cares), I was informed by my boss that I unfortunately don't have the necessary skills needed to continue my job in the new year. That they're splitting my position into two roles and upgrading them, so people with years of experience can swoop in like vultures and take over from me (who's had to learn via being thrown in the deep end and come out swimming like a champ). So my current contract ends on the 28th of Feb 2011.

Needless to say I was more than a bit heartbroken, and the little girl inside me just wanted to wail:"What did I dooooo? Why don't you liiiike meeee? Why not traaaiiin meee?! Waaaah". Instead I smiled calmly and said I understood, while inside I was gripped with a heart wrenching panic as everything I'd planned crumbled away and I was stuck thinking "I'm getting married and going on honeymoon! No one's going to hire now if I can only start in May! What am I going to do!?!?".

Still, after pondering on the intricacies of business for a full minute, (something I know exists, I have been part of, yet still fail to comprehend the full magnitude of), I came to the conclusion that though it was tough luck for me, it's a good decision for them. They need someone who can handle the umpteen magazines they're bringing on board, they need someone who isn't going to collapse when we've got five magazines going off at the same time. I'm not that someone. I'm doing fine with two, but would start to sink a little without help after four or more. And I can be happy in the knowledge that in this building, I do one more magazine then every other department, so at least the knowledge I'm not lazy or stupid can booster my slightly shakey confidence.

And self pitying aside, I'm now looking into the shining road of the unknown, striking a Tarzanesque pose and screaming in my head "Aaaahahaahaaaa", as I prepare to swing off into this uncertain future, feet first and heart on fire, looking for the next big adventure that's somewhere up ahead waiting for me ...