I have an accountancy job, due to start in about a fortnight.
Eleven years since I walked out of the office in London, so pregnant with my boy that I didn't think I'd make it through another month end. I remember clearly spending the last six weeks BC (before child) watching (a) massive storms and floods across the UK and then (b) Bush being elected, and the tension over the Florida vote and missing chavs. It seems an age ago!
There are several good things about my new job.
- It is part-time: two half-days to fit in with school hours.
- I don't have to work any school holidays.
- I'm going to be paid. (This is quite an exciting development after four years of being a SAHM!)
Of course, every upside has a downside. What the heck is corporation tax now? (And other such panicky questions about rusty accountancy knowledge!)
I do know that I have landed on my feet. The offer came completely out of the blue and I feel most grateful to get anything so flexible and appropriate for my family's circumstances when there are many struggling to get - or keep - a job at all. I know my fears will recede after a week or two, when I've got back into the swing of things.
In the meantime ... time to pick up those accountancy magazines ...