Working. Employment. Career development. It’s been a given for as long as I remember. I will work. From that first moment I met with a career advisor at school at 14. From taking part time jobs in hairdressing and McDonalds. From changing my degree from Chemical Engineering to Chemistry. From applying for my year in industry as part of my degree. From there applying for graduate schemes in nothing to do with chemistry. From job interviews for promotions, for changing positions, for changing cities where I work, changing organisations. Working has always been my normal.
Until August 2012. When I left the office at 35 weeks pregnant with the Toddler. Skipped out of the office would be a better word. To a maternity leave of pedicures and big fat pregnant lunches. With big fat pregnant friends. Friends who were all like me. Professionally driven. Doctors. Lawyers. Teachers. It never crossed any of our minds that we wouldn’t be returning to work after our allotted maternity leave was up.
I even had a date. A plan to work 4 days a week using up holidays. A plan to be a working mum.
So I started to look for work before I had Baby Boy. I interviewed and sent my CV round. I became well acquainted with LinkedIn. Then I got pregnant. Which halted those plans in their tracks due to the vary nature that is Dubai.
Baby Boy arrived and LinkedIn came back into my life. Out in Dubai processes take longer, visas need to be acquired. When working for an international company the right people from the UK need to be met. So off I started, catching up with old acquaintances. Seeing what the job market was like. Scouting around for potential opportunities. Hoping for the perfect opportunity to present itself to me for April next year (I said it was a long process!)
Except it’s going faster than I thought. Interviews are happening. I’m squeezing myself – and I mean squeezing – into my old smart work dresses and going to interviews.
Meeting with people who don’t care that my greatest achievement recently has been to get through the day without shouting at one or both boys. That aren’t interested in my ability to sing and do the actions to at least 17 nursery rhymes while changing a nappy. That don’t need to know the mum side of me at all.
That are interested in my potential, that want to know what my plans for the future are, that are keen to find out where I can fit in with them. Me. Laura. Not me mummy.
And I’m excited by it
Yes it’s earlier than I had planned by about 6 months.
And yes. It might not even move from interview to job.
But someone out there has recognised that I can be more than just mummy.
And with them doing so I’ve remembered that I can as well.