I’m delighted to report that, so far, YoungB is thoroughly loving his job. Yes, I know it’s early days. But I can remember jobs for which I’ve had zero enthusiasm from the outset, so it’s good that he comes home buzzed. At this stage, thanks to my nursing background and a good memory, I still know a great deal more than he does about the subject matter. That will change rapidly as the project gets into full swing. However, I’m happy to revise as we go along. 🙂
Yesterday, Middle Aunt and I had a short catch-up at a relatively nearby coffee shop. I confessed to her that, no matter what I think to the contrary, I obviously have a massive ego because I was mortally offended recently when someone suggested that I should do a medical terminology course to assist my job-seeking. You what? To be kind, it was perhaps a slip of the tongue and the speaker intended to suggest a medical reception course. Well, yes, if I were intending to apply for those sorts of jobs, then familiarity with relevant specialist software would indeed be beneficial; but, as I’m actually looking for work at higher levels (in line with what I’ve been doing for years), then it’s irrelevant.
It’s the case that I am doing a couple of courses. I’m pushing on with my genealogy short course, which is purely vocational and thoroughly enjoyable. Additionally, I’m struggling somewhat with popular business management acronyms in a diploma course that I now have not only the time to deal with, but also the physical and mental energy; well, almost. YoungB agreed that he would not have seen business studies as my field of interest – he’s right! – but that a better handle on the terminology and an actual diploma at the end of it will be useful. Yeah. That’s the idea.
So between queuing at Centrelink, going through all the rigmarole of updating every known contact so that workplace information is deleted, and replacing some worn-out shoes, I am feeling accomplished. I’ve also done a spot of shopping on YoungB’s behalf, namely a couple of new, lightweight jumpers so that he can cope with the workplace aircon. I found myself apologising last night because they weren’t handknitted by me!
Who knows? Now that I’m less stressed, I might find my knitting mojo again. And then, with a bit of luck, he might get some handknitted-by-me jumpers for work purposes. There’s an upside to everything. Right?
All the very best with your terminology and jargon challenges. 😀