Yes, it’s been a while dear neglected blog. I’ve got so much to I wanted to say and write but …. the thought of the writing and saying process always puts me off.
I got a job. Or rather I “got” a “job”. The husband of one of my best friends – himself a personal friend of mine – was looking for a personal/executive assistant and… well… I’m it.
If I sound unenthused it’s because I probably really am. First of all I’m not gung-ho about working for someone I’ve known as a friend for over 24 years. I’ve worked for/with friends before and it’s one of the things guaranteed to strain or even end a relationship. Couple that with the fact that I can’t bitch to my bestie about my boss anymore as she is now Mrs Boss. But I NEED an income right now – I have got to have a job. So there we are.
Secondly, I’m fearful that having an 8-5 is going to cripple my freelance work and stifle the personal creative projects I’m working on. My boss-to-be has already stated we won’t be working an 8-5, Mon-Fri-style thing. That flexibility can work for me in terms of dealing with personal freelance appointments and handling my daughter’s schedule. But I know it can also work against me: I will be expected to reciprocate such flextime. And as a personal/executive assistant I foresee weekends and nights being worked. But I NEED an income right now – I have got to have a job. So there we are.
Thirdly, my boss-to-be is horrendously informal and disorganised, which is probably why he needs an assistant. Both he, and his food service industry consultant whom I met with, are creative types. Neither is administratively or business operationally-minded. Again, this is the reason both of them came to the decision to hire me no doubt, but it is also the reason why I still do not have a job description or know what my salary will be.
(But I NEED an income right now – ANY INCOME. So here we are.)
I only hope that my boss-to-be has remembered I’m supposed to start the first Monday of December….
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