In March I started applying for jobs. I had only been at my place of work for a year, having been made redundant and re-deployed from my previous role. I moved and was lucky enough to be placed somewhere familiar and within a small, friendly station in the area I'd grown up. Although it took me longer to adjust than I anticipated I became part of the family. Within that year though, my job there was yet again to be put at risk under the second round of Tory cuts so I started applying for jobs rather than wait around and see where someone else wanted me to go- if at all. I put my heart and soul into preparing for my interview, which was the day after my birthday.
After a tough interview with an Inspector from my current job on the panel, I was telephoned to say I'd been offered a post at Walsall. It wasn't the ideal place I wanted to be and I was nervous about it to say the least, but I also needed to take this step. It was time for me to move upwards.
I started in May. Commuting in my new car, Franko, to my new place of work. It's certainly been a huge step and frustratingly slow in terms of getting access to systems and training now that our training courses have been slashed in the cuts. Six months in, I'm settling; I'm learning; and hopefully growing into my role a little more each day. I don't have quite the same bonds as I did at my last job as it's a smaller team and the nature of the work means the job in general can be stressful and tiring. However, I'm learning a lot and this is hopefully another stepping stone into bigger, brighter things. That's *IF* there's a force left after the Tory's have finished their assault on the UK's services.
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