So basically, two things happened in the last 2 weeks:
1. I was promoted; and
2. I quit.
Okay, settle down settle down and I'll tell you the story.
I have been with my current company for nearly 5 years, and it's been an amazing place to learn, grow, make my own opportunities, and obviously move to London and start a new life here. But longtime readers of BloodyBrill will have sensed that I wasn't too happy in my role for the last 18 months; I went through some serious growing pains and cultural adjustments there that made me realize perhaps I needed to stretch my wings in order to expand my career. As I was sponsored by my company, I had to transfer to Tier 1 visa status in order to be free to find new employment without too much hassle. Once I successfully changed visa categories (anyone wanting advice, drop me a line... it was stressful but worth it!), I started interviewing. And interviewing. And interviewing. Nothing really seemed right, and I knew that leaving my current employer was going to be a big change that had to be, while not perfect, someplace that would merit cutting ties with the place where I essentially "grew up" in my industry.
I first interviewed with my new employer in October, and shortly after my second interview there I was told I would be promoted at my current job in January. I was also given a sweet new project (the one I told you all about, where I got to go to meetings about fashion... so thrilling!) so I decided, well, hell, maybe I won't leave after all. And then I worked really hard all autumn. And all December. And then we took a huge 2 week break for Christmas and New Year and the day before I went back to work I couldn't face it: I stayed in bed all day, listless, and it wasn't just because vacation was over - it was because I had to go back to THAT job. That moment made me realize it was time to go.
Fast-forward to last week when my boss told me my promotion was finalized, and would be announced this past Friday at our company meeting. Then on Tuesday, I received an offer of employment from my new company and I had to make a decision. After much soul-searching, thinking, discussing with The Irishman, I made my choice and handed in my notice on Thursday. It was possibly the most difficult thing I've ever done, akin to a combination of saying goodbye to my parents when they dropped me off at my dorm for the first year of college and admitting to them that I'd busted a tire on my car. I know that I've made the right decision for me but I'm still reeling from the enormity of what's next: a whole new world of work, with a whole new crew of people, in a whole new office!, new new new! But that's what I've wanted for some time now, so I'm eagerly looking forward to the end of my 30 day notice period and my first day of my new job - and the chance to really soar.