End of days
Today is a day for much wailing and gnashing of teeth, for teary eyes and sad farewells. Yes, today, after seven years and five months, The Horse Doctor is leaving her job here at the research farm.
It's been a long time coming. This is a lovely part of the world to live in, and a very relaxed place to work, but the company that runs the research farm has for too long now been sadly mismanaged. It's lurched from crisis to crisis for years, never quite managing to see the root cause of its problems. Without going into too much detail, the future here has been uncertain for a while, and the prospects of furthering her career at any other site have vanished entirely.
So she's going to work for the government. Yes, she will no longer be the Horse Doctor, but instead the Clothed Civil Servant. She actually applied for the job before Christmas, and the interview happened before our great Canadian Skiing Adventure, but due to the slow grinding of the gears of administration, she couldn't hand in her notice until a month ago. With a strangely appropriate sense of timing, her new contract finally arrived in the post this morning.
Fortunately for us, I still have work with the company here, and our house is not tied to the job. They'd be unlikely to throw us out anyway - our neighbour's been gone since February and they still haven't got around to doing the basic repairs necessary, let alone renting it out again. It was empty for eighteen months the last time. Just as well, really. Given the state of the housing market around here, we'd probably have ended up in a grotty basement flat in Penparcau otherwise.
But it's going to be strange. I guess change always is.
It's been a long time coming. This is a lovely part of the world to live in, and a very relaxed place to work, but the company that runs the research farm has for too long now been sadly mismanaged. It's lurched from crisis to crisis for years, never quite managing to see the root cause of its problems. Without going into too much detail, the future here has been uncertain for a while, and the prospects of furthering her career at any other site have vanished entirely.
So she's going to work for the government. Yes, she will no longer be the Horse Doctor, but instead the Clothed Civil Servant. She actually applied for the job before Christmas, and the interview happened before our great Canadian Skiing Adventure, but due to the slow grinding of the gears of administration, she couldn't hand in her notice until a month ago. With a strangely appropriate sense of timing, her new contract finally arrived in the post this morning.
Fortunately for us, I still have work with the company here, and our house is not tied to the job. They'd be unlikely to throw us out anyway - our neighbour's been gone since February and they still haven't got around to doing the basic repairs necessary, let alone renting it out again. It was empty for eighteen months the last time. Just as well, really. Given the state of the housing market around here, we'd probably have ended up in a grotty basement flat in Penparcau otherwise.
But it's going to be strange. I guess change always is.
Comments
I can imagine it's a bittersweet time for THD. I hope that the new job goes well, though, and that you both feel it was a step in the right direction.