Ok, ok, I know. I have a HUGE apology to make – I’ve been MIA for quite some time now and I don’t really have an excuse. I guess that working life just doesn’t suit me; I’m so tired all the time!
My last post (here) was quite a heated rant about my feelings on the 50 Shades of Grey = porn topic. The family situation hasn’t gotten any better from that point of view, although my Grandma has attempted to smooth things over (didn’t work! I pretty much had a panic attack and my beloved uncle didn’t even bat an eyelid. So much for familial concern, even if there’s no love!)
So anyway. what’s happened since then? Well, as you know I left my temporary job in the hospital Pharmacy in July and started an “admin” job for the NHS in August. I use the term “admin” very loosly as it was pretty much a factory job – you can read the basic jist of it here (with another apology for not blogging as often as I should!) I handed my notice in on 28th September, and just never went back as I had holiday and flexi-leave to take – they were a bit funny about that and tried telling me I had to give 4 weeks notice, even though I’d not even been there for two months yet!
On 8th October I started a job as a Room Leader / Senior Nursery Nurse at a private day nursery. My interview was amazing and I was so excited I could have cried. They told me that I would be able to do whatever I wanted, basically have free reign, and make my room the way I wanted it. I was excited about potentially my first experience as a paid EYP (Early Years Professional – the graduate-level status I earned) as they seemed excited about the fact that I had EYPS and their currnt EYP was on maternity leave. They offered me the job there and then and I was in shock – I didn’t even ask about the hours or the pay!
When I went in to sign the paperwork (no contract though) and fill out my CRB forms, I was told that it was only 32 hours per week and £7 per hour. She said it’s pretty much the same as what I was on before – it wasn’t. I was on £7.20 per hour and working 37.5 hours per week – quite a difference when you do the maths! I was gutted but it wasn’t about the money – I thought I had found my dream job, one that I could have been happy in and stayed for a long time.
On my first day, I knew I had made a mistake. There was no scope for change and no mention of my EYP status – the manager/owner keeps referring to it as “Early Years Practitioner” – anyone who works in the early years is a practitioner. I worked for two years, seperate from my degree, to earn PROFESSIONAL status! It was really demeaning.
I’ve been there for a little over two weeks and I absolutely hate it – I just don’t fit in. The setting is sub-par and they’re very challenging when I want to change anything. I feel like I’m back at school; being told off and not being allowed to do things. I genuinely feel that they’re clipping my wings and I’m not being given the opportunity to work to my full potential!
So now I’m applying for another job. Again! It seems that I keep on coming back to teaching. I always wanted to be a teacher and due to some confusion over my A Level results, I didn’t take the univerity place I’d been offered, instead opting for one on a whim, which I hated! Hopefully I can do some kind of graduate teacher training programme when the new schemes are opened up mid-November. Until then, I’m just applying for teaching assistant positions (I prefer school working, I like the routine).
I was hoping to try to stick this job out for at last 6 months, to see if it got better, and to have something decent on my CV, but I’ve been losing sleep over it for the past three nights and I feel ill at the thought of going back in – nothing is worth that.
I really appreciate you letting me rant at you all and just get it all out!
Hopefully soon I’ll have something positive to blog about!