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Work is old, yet new
Apr. 15th, 2016 11:08 amThe reorganization at work is coming to an end. I thankfully missed most of it because I was on maternity leave. I popped into the office to show off Eliza have the mandatory placement talk. No surprise there: I got placed as Advisor Risk and Information Security. I am very happy with this because due to the workfield, it is rare to hold the role of Information Security Officer while working part-time. It's the kind of job where you check your Twitter stream for new threats and discover we should be patching some big hole.... on Saturday. Lucky for me, nobody at the University works during the weekend. Or after 17.00. And most people work part-time, so I'm not begrudged by my fellow coworkers.
Work is... old, but also new. My best friend at the office, Projectmanager Miranda, has found a new job on the other end of the country and is leaving in a couple of weeks. I am going to miss her so much, we share the same humor and had really nice conversations about live and everything. Plus we have a shared obsession for tea and chocolate so she was the perfect enabler. I am waiting for the next coworker to find a new job and leave. This summer is my five year anniversary at the University and so much has changed. I am so much more secure in my role as policy advisor and found a niche that I like. I am on my fourth boss: no 1 hired me, no 2 was a gnome-like person who talked too much non sense, no 4 was Alexander the Russian and my current boss, no 4, is Elfred the bald headed astronomer.
It's a good thing, as Elfred has proven to be one of the most sensible and stable coworkers in the past five years. Plus he has a family with four kids and a wife who is also Indo so I can relate to him. He used to say that he comes to work to get some rest and with his home situation I totally believe this. I am enjoying my time at the office too, because I love being able to put my mind at work solving riddles at work, and then coming home to Eliza, Noushka and Eduard.
Every mother has to make her own choices and there is no such thing as a universal rule about what choice is supposed to be the 'one and only' right one. For me, working part-time works great. It forces me to take some perspective on what happens at home, to trust my husband, my mother and the daycare with the care of our daughter (they're all doing great). When Eliza is crying and fussing all day because she's teething, I know that I can go to work the next day so I don't have the outlook of endless days and nights with a crying baby. I can go to work, replenish my battery and get back. I also love how Eduard is taking care of his daughter, playing with her, making up songs, pointing out birds and flowers and proudly showing her off. I'm sure we'll make mistakes but I don't think Eliza will ever have a lack of parental love and hugs.
I am scanning the ultrasounds of Eliza plus her first day as recorded by our nurse and it is adorable to read back. Mostly because I already have very little recollection of the first eight days (thank you, hormones!). The nurse thought we were pretty awesome and we were doing great, and she'd love to work for us again if we have a second child.
Work is... old, but also new. My best friend at the office, Projectmanager Miranda, has found a new job on the other end of the country and is leaving in a couple of weeks. I am going to miss her so much, we share the same humor and had really nice conversations about live and everything. Plus we have a shared obsession for tea and chocolate so she was the perfect enabler. I am waiting for the next coworker to find a new job and leave. This summer is my five year anniversary at the University and so much has changed. I am so much more secure in my role as policy advisor and found a niche that I like. I am on my fourth boss: no 1 hired me, no 2 was a gnome-like person who talked too much non sense, no 4 was Alexander the Russian and my current boss, no 4, is Elfred the bald headed astronomer.
It's a good thing, as Elfred has proven to be one of the most sensible and stable coworkers in the past five years. Plus he has a family with four kids and a wife who is also Indo so I can relate to him. He used to say that he comes to work to get some rest and with his home situation I totally believe this. I am enjoying my time at the office too, because I love being able to put my mind at work solving riddles at work, and then coming home to Eliza, Noushka and Eduard.
Every mother has to make her own choices and there is no such thing as a universal rule about what choice is supposed to be the 'one and only' right one. For me, working part-time works great. It forces me to take some perspective on what happens at home, to trust my husband, my mother and the daycare with the care of our daughter (they're all doing great). When Eliza is crying and fussing all day because she's teething, I know that I can go to work the next day so I don't have the outlook of endless days and nights with a crying baby. I can go to work, replenish my battery and get back. I also love how Eduard is taking care of his daughter, playing with her, making up songs, pointing out birds and flowers and proudly showing her off. I'm sure we'll make mistakes but I don't think Eliza will ever have a lack of parental love and hugs.
I am scanning the ultrasounds of Eliza plus her first day as recorded by our nurse and it is adorable to read back. Mostly because I already have very little recollection of the first eight days (thank you, hormones!). The nurse thought we were pretty awesome and we were doing great, and she'd love to work for us again if we have a second child.
