The last few weeks have been absolute madness. It's kind of a miracle I'm still organized enough to pack my suitcase (although perhaps I should hold off on that comment until I arrive in London and know that I have remembered to bring underwear).
First, there was the plumbing. We've been wanting to redo the pipes for a while now -- it's an old house, they were old cast-iron pipes, and they were getting near the end of their usefulness. So we -- or, to be more accurate,
Then, there was the job stuff. I've been having a pretty stressful time at work ever since one of my colleagues left, because I've been trying to do both her job and my own, and it's been a little much. Our new person started on Friday -- which is record time where government hiring is concerned -- and things were just starting to level out, when...
I got a job offer.
I agonized over whether I was going to take it or not. It was a promotion, it was a new challenge, a new environment, all that good stuff... but I felt really guilty about leaving my manager and my colleagues, so soon after the other senior person had left. If the timing had only been different, it would have been a much easier decision!
Anyway, I did finally end up taking the new job. And then had to wait for my management to agree to sign off on it, because it's just a two-year term and they'll have to hold my job for me to come back to!
Fortunately, they did say yes. So at the end of June I'll be heading off to a brand new job!
I got the offer on Friday, spent the weekend deciding to take it, and then spent Monday waiting to hear if I was going to be allowed to go. It's been, well, agonizing.
So let's just say I am really ready for my vacation now.