So, this is it guys! One more week and I start my new role in commercials. As much as this move has been forced on me, because let's face it when the doctor asks you if you still want to be using your hands in 10 years it's a bit of an eyeopener and one really can't be like an ostrich any longer.
It has come at the right time and as commercial teams go it is the best I could go to as they do the financial aspect for contracts such as financial evalutions so I can maintein my accounting professional development and therefore qualification. I already have a commercials qualification and as you may well have guessed I have worked in commercials before. It's unlikely that someone has a commercials qualification if they haven't worked in that arena before after all. I know I like the work and so a forced move doesn't feel as bad as it could have done.
I have also been a burden to my current management team, one woman in particular and it has reflected on my mid-year report. I could raise a grievance and it would be won without a doubt, after all, there is an Equality Law for people like me but as my new team has to liaise with my current team I really don't want to rock the boat and ruin a working relationship.
I think because of the latter it has made the forced move that much more difficult to accept. No-one wants to accept that their disability is dictating their career path. No-one wants to admit the pain they are in, let alone want to stand out as 'different' in the workplace because emotions sometimes rule the way you are treated. We struggle enough, both at work and home, and we don't need to have to feel like we are fighting a battle every single day in the workplace. Trust me, it is bad enough being reminded of how painful and weak my hands are every time I attempt to open a bottle or sqeeze conditioner out of a bottle; I don't need reminding of it by my management chain let alone have the lack of understanding reflected in my report.
However, having said all of that the move to commercials is a light at the end of what has been a very long and painful tunnel. I am still seeing a counsellor to try and learn how to accept the lack of control I feel but my new manager is the completely different end of the spectrum to my current manager and has already arranged for duplicate equipment to be placed in my second work place and for me to work my hours around the worst of the medication side-effects.
So the sun is shining, I am training my replacement at work and then I am off to drive into the sunset that is Sheffield for the first 3 days of my new role.
Life at work is about to get better, I am about to be treated to doggie cuddles regularly throughout the days I will work from home and I will be at home at least 2 days of next week to check that my Beautiful B, who has an arm in a sling and is popping painkillers 4 times a day after an accident, isn't doing any activity that can make her shoulder injury worse. The pretend nursing bit I wasn't expecting but on the upside I get daughter snuggles throughout the day too. Bonus!