The Village People

No, I'm not talking about the handle-bar moustachioed biker and his gang........

I'm talking about the people I work with.
(Think biggest independant furniture retailer in the UK and you'll get me!)

I've been in the job for four and a half months now, and it's good news all round.

Surrounded by some of the best individuals I have ever come across in my working life, who have been more than generous in welcoming me and accepting me with open arems for who I am, this is where I know I'll be for the forseeable future.
I had a such a nightmare with work in the year or so before this came along, and I somehow feel it was all meant to be. I have ended up in a place that feels right.
The pace is fast and demanding, the workload massive, but I find myself absolutely loving it.

As if the shine on all this was not dazzling enough, I was approached by the head of HR last week, sounding me out about a promotion.

I am really pleased that I have been seen as having potential, and I will give the idea due consideration when and if it becomes a firm thing, but it would mean that I'd have to leave my current base and move up the road to Head Office.

The idea of not working with the colleagues I have now leaves me very much in two minds, but the whole company employs some really good people as far as I can see and I think it'll be fun getting to know as many of them as I can.
I also think it's time I took a break from dumbing down my own potential with fears and frets, and started going along with the advice and opportunities offered by those that recognise and acknowledge it.

Whatever happens, I will be forever in the debt of Billy, Tom, Lady P and the other good folks at Slough.

They've made getting paid a bonus.