For the reading several who are following this saga, here’s what happened at work this week:
I think it’s my last week at this job and I’m winding down. My team-mate Cassie is in the same boat. We commiserate.
I hear that I’ve got a 6-week extension behind girl who is acting in a team where someone was taking annual leave. Cassie is still leaving on Friday. I feel slightly guilty.
I hear back about an interview I had the week before. I didn’t get the job (boo) but I did really well and they liked me a lot (hooray). I ranked 3rd (booray).
As a result of some internal shuffling with lawyers who needed exposure in different units, I’ve been moved to back-fill a different position. The guy I’m back-filling for (who, incidentally is the same guy I called a jerk in a previous post) works in the local government team but I think it’s less of a dead-end than the annual leave back-fill. Cassie has accepted the annual leave back-fill. My guilt lessens.
We have an end-of-financial-year celebratory team lunch and our director gives Cassie and me flowers as small compensation for putting us through all this crap. Cassie and I smile and say “see you Monday”.
So the upshot of all this? My contract has been extended until late September when the financial situation should be clearer. There is a chance that my contract will be extended again – depending on all the shuffling at levels above mine – but that chance is very, very small.
Honestly, I can’t believe you’re still reading this. I’m boring even myself. I’m going to go right ahead and assume that it must mean you care about me, and for that I thank you.
In fact now that I think about it, you’re my favourite (shhh, don’t tell the others).