My last post was January 27th? Wow, I have obviously been slacking on the blogging. Or just bored with it and dealing with other things in life.
I received my emergency extension after going to the office and literally sitting in a supply closet waiting to be called on to present all of my documentation. Not as difficult as I thought it would be so that was a bonus.
Since the end of January I had one more interview. This one was for a bank that a friend's husband works at. I wasn't thrilled about applying here or getting the interview because it is one hour away from where I currently live. So the interview went fine and they had me stay and take their tests. I just wanted to get out of there, after filling out the application, interview and tests I was there for two hours. So my friend contacted me the next day after her husband went and talked with the HR manager and the other manager I interviewed with. Apparently they loved me. And for some reason I wasn't thrilled. I think if it had been closer to home I wouldn't have cared so much. The day after the interview I was called and offered the position. I accepted their offer and started work this past Tuesday the 19th.
I'm grateful to have a job, don't get me wrong. In a way I felt pressured into taking the job, because my friend's husband referred me and because it's been the one and only offer I've had. It finally ended 7 months of unemployment, the longest I have EVER been unemployed. I never want to go through something like that again. However with the money I will be spending in gas to make the one hour commute (90 miles round trip per day, 450 miles per week, nearly 6 tanks of gas monthly) the only thing first and foremost on my mind is that will be a large chunk of income going towards fuel.
It doesn't help that all week long everyone who has asked where I live and how far of a drive it is gasps as if I'm commuting across the entire state. These people have obviously never been in such a position where they have had to take a job just to get back into the workforce. Or are terribly spoiled by working 15 minutes from home. I wish I had such convenience, I really do.
I have no funds to even move out on my own after being unemployed for 7 months. If I could find a roommate who wasn't looking to charge an arm and a leg that was closer to the job I think it wouldn't be so bad. But I'm not sure if banking is my "thing". I'm thinking this won't be my "forever job" also. That it is just an in between to keep the funds coming in until I can actually find something closer to where I am.
I still have that feeling in me to move. Get out of here, out of Illinois. Find where I "fit" in. I feel as though there are things missing in my life. Living back home with my family has made me realize I am not living "my" life. I know I'm a little stressed out being back to work, being tired because I haven't been sleeping well and second guessing now if I should have accepted the job at all. One of these days I can look back on this time and reflect on it and help myself understand it has made me the person I am. One day.
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