Back to work blues
While I was on maternity leave, pretending I knew what I was doing with Little Miss, my role became redundant. I loved that job even though I had worked ridiculous hours in a very unhealthy environment. I had been looking forward to going back to work and its challenges but dreaded being away from Little Miss. I went into mourning and started to wear more black. I looked for other work but couldn't secure a role that offered flexible work hours and seniority, something I would have had, had I returned to the role I left, or lost. Recruiters advised that I should take a full time job and work my way to flexibility after a year, more likely two years. Some even advised I just take a role less challenging / demanding. My black dress code soon became mixed with angry. I secured a part time role that was challenging. I was made to think and juggle an enormous workload. The role lacked seniority and bells and whistles associated with that....