One of my main aims for 2017 was to get a new job. I’ve been working as a parliamentary researcher for two years now, and it was time to move on. I’ve had a great time working in Parliament; there really is no other place quite like it to work. I still have a moment when I walk over Westminster Bridge into the office each morning, look at the Elizabeth Tower, wait for all the tourists (usually because they’re blocking the path) to hear Big Ben chime and think, wow, I actually work there.
But all good things come to an end.
Although my boss is lovely, things in my office are slow. I deal with the same constituents day in day out, and even though there’s always a few things which come along and surprise me, mostly the days are the same.
After a long time searching, I’ve managed to find a job and I’m pretty bloody excited about it. I know half the people at the new office, so don’t have the same first-day nerves I imagine I would have if I was going somewhere else. In my current job I can wake up at nine and still be on time for work (thank you flexible hours) but I’ve started to crave the routine that a seven am alarm call will bring.
One of the things I’ve found most surprising from getting a long awaited and well wished for new job is the reaction my friends and family have had. It’s opened my eyes a little. Don’t get me wrong, the vast majority of my friends were congratulatory and I hardly expected people to roll out the red carpet. But there were some people who couldn’t manage to say congratulations. There’s the old saying “pay attention to the people who don’t clap when you win”. This was a good example of that.
Politics is a really small job field. It’s the same people over and over again and it’s quite easy to get jealous over other people’s successes. I’ve been guilty of it in the past, I know that. But when a couple of the reactions from my friends screamed jealousy, it was hard to not let it get to me. Especially when you expected more from them.
I’ve resolved to make sure I never make someone else feel like that. Throughout the year of me looking for a new job there have been so many times when friends told me they had a new job and I was so happy for them but then went home and ugly cried “what is wrong with me?” to my boyfriend. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that. I don’t think there’s much wrong with being jealous, or even admitting that, but it’s important not to let your own feelings get away in the way of someone else’s happiness.
On the flip side, I think I have to spend a bit more time working out how to not let other people’s reactions affect me so much.
Anyway. I’m off to celebrate. And buy an alarm clock.