Anwho, I think part of my foul mood yesterday was feeling like I'm having to go back, tail between my legs, to a career that I never really enjoyed. I left my last job on the worst of terms, so much so that it completely fueled my decision to go back to school and ditch the industry permanently. I spent 3 and a half years at my last company, and the last 2 and a half were a daily exercise in torment and abuse. My manager was a master at skirting the line between operating within her legal rights and flat out harassment. Spending every day on edge wondering what I would possibly do wrong to incur her disappointment, or many days, wrath, was pure torture, and I was so ecstatic the day I walked out of there for good.
So, throughout this whole decision-making process, my last job has been hanging over my head as a reminder that maybe they don't want me back. Not my previous company, of course (they definitely don't), but HR in general. But, I have been talking to an HR Director about a possible position that would be an amazing career opportunity. It would be more visibility and responsibility than my last job, and I think I could do wonderful things. I already like her so much, because she seems very smart, but more importantly, concerned for the good of the company instead of her own career. All of the women in management at my last job were horrible, back-biting bitches. I get a very different vibe from this organization. Nothing is set in stone, and likely won't be until mid-summer, if it works out, but I already feel more valued and appreciated.
The icing on the cake came today when my neighbor, who I didn't realize works for my old company, happened to mention that they posted my old position. The person who replaced me has been there for less than 2 years is already leaving. It's not just me. It's everyone who has to work in that area. While I was there, there was close to 100% turnover on my team at least twice. But for some reason, the fact that the girl who replaced me has come and gone means that much more. I don't know why it matters, but it does. I feel like a weight has been lifted, and this is a sign that I will be ok. It really wasn't me.