#274
The message from a headhunter is completely unexpected, I see it in the preview pane – I happen to be texting Kings at the time, trying to schedule an hour, hour and a half family time in between what will otherwise be another full work week and weekend away as he has also been mostly away since we got back from Sydney. The JD (job description) fills me with such interest and excitement it bowls me over. There was a time when I began to write my market commentary to the RMs on Sunday night. I would go through all my trades in my head – LIBOR fixings, execution spot prices, taped phone conversations with counterparts, tweaking the features of some investment product – over and over again, everything in my head, it was why I rarely made a mistake – simply because I couldn’t stop thinking about them.
Rockstar enters the room frowning down at his Lego pieces – he’s recently discovered a new interest in Lego Teknik after scoring a “power cell” unit on sale in an obscure little shop in one of the little towns outside Canberra we explored recently – with a “Something’s not right with this thing.” He sees my tears and just like the “male” stereotype is briefly unsure how to react, before making a decision to avert his eyes and pretend he hasn’t noticed.
Me: Mummy’s crying because she didn’t expect to suddenly find out how badly she missed her old job, darling. I was just telling Daddy about it. A headhunter asked if I wanted to try for a job and long ago it would’ve been exactly what I wanted. <Rockstar raises his eyebrows> But then I remembered what I miss is what banking used to be like years ago, not what it has become nowadays.
Rockstar: Oh. So you missed your job before you had us haha. <trots back out with his fixed Lego>
From her bedroom we can hear Little Miss start to cry. We spent the last few hours out, and she was a little overtired when we got back. Rockstar has hopped off the sofa and exchanges a mildly concerned look while I disappear into her room.
Me: Uh-oh. Get the bottle.
I pick the baby up, whereupon she immediately snuggles up to me and goes back to sleep. Her room door soundlessly opens a crack. 3 feet off the floor, another little hand is proffering a milk bottle helpfully.
When I whisper my thanks, I can’t help grinning.
I do manage to get him to peer round the door so I can capture the moment though. Right before he disappears back to his Lego again.
What a heart warming post (the part where Rockstar is so helpful with the Miss). Makes one realize that bringing up responsible and kind children is such an important job, more important than all the highly paid jobs in the world.
Thank you for the kind comment. I hadn’t thought of it that way, but did think the little hand 3 feet off the ground solemnly proffering milk bottle was cute (biased)
You have the best ‘job’ in the world my dear 🙂 SAHM
Thanks la, I must be grateful for my blessings!
But I do understand how u missed your job. I missed mine too when I was on maternity leave