It's been a long week. Job #3 was quite the trial-by-fire because it was the first time I worked solo. The first two days were very rough and I felt overwhelmed, but I persevered and pushed forward. By the last day of the assignment, I felt like an old hand...or at least comfortable enough to go back and do it again. It was enjoyable work though...I didn't think I would enjoy it as much as I did. But it's a great work environment with wonderful people who are positive and supportive.
Anyhow...
Monday, I check my e-mail and see a notice about the psych ED job that I applied for. My application has passed the first round and is now being forwarded to the hiring manager. OK, I'm pleasantly surprised. And got very excited when I received a phone call later in the day. Alas, it turned out to be a utility company asking me a question, and I'm sure I sounded very disappointed. But hey, I'm in the running.
Then Thursday, I check my e-mail again...and received this from the person at Job #1 who is apparently going to be my new supervisor:
"Hi Meriwhen, this is XYZ. Your transfer was approved, what scheduling track would you like, what date should this be effective and when can you come and sign the paperwork?"
Whoa.
I've gone from hearing crickets chirping for nearly two months to signing paperwork, all in the space of the 2 minutes it took to read the e-mail. I figured I'd be called in for interviews (I had the last time I tried to apply for a transfer), or at least have someone talk to me on the phone. Guess they found out whatever they wanted to from my resume and from people at Job #1.
I wrote back accepting the transfer and providing all the details requested. I then spent all of Thursday and Friday dealing with a flurry of e-mails, more than enough to make up for those two months of crickets. I go in on Monday to sign the paperwork, and my transfer takes place next month after I finish up a couple of vacation coverage assignments.
It's still a little surreal.
