Dear Dream Job,
I hate you. FOAD.
//Helen
Ooooh, um…no. Too harsh. Not to mention unprofessional. That’s not just burning the bridges, that’s pissing on the flaming ashes of the bridges. Clearly need to find more of those tablets…
Dear Dream Job,
I gave you my everything and all you did was kick my ass. Your employees are depressed and unhappy. We’re all unmotivated. I used to really love you, and always will, but Jesus talk about making me feel like you left a 20 on the nightstand, left me to sleep in the wet spot and bailed on me before daybreak.
//Helen
Nope. Too emotional.
Dear Dream Job -
I…
How do I word this?
How do you break up with your company?
In the end, I worded it this way:
Dear Dream Job -
I’ve been with you almost 5 years. It’s been an amazing time, I’ve done a few wonderful projects that shaped my career and the company history (like the rocket riding gerbil) and a few that maybe haven’t gone so well (drinking bird project). I am so very grateful for the oppportunities and experiences that you’ve given me, and it’s with regret that I now tender my resignation. I truly enjoyed working with a company of Dream Job’s caliber and Dream Job will always have my thanks and my loyalty. I am leaving to take a position in another company, and would like to further discuss with you my final leave date – I am on three month’s notice but perhaps we can find a middle ground to advantage both parties.
Many Thanks,
Helen
My four enquiries into four companies resulted in three interviews. Those three interviews turned into three final interviews. Those three final interviews turned into three firm job offers. Those job offers turned into a bidding war.
I have never, ever, been the recipient of something like this. It’s good for the ego but frankly completely nerve-wracking.
That bidding war has now resulted in a decision. I have just accepted an offer working for a large international company, one that includes a sparkly pay rise, a new boss who personally called me to tell me how happy they are that I’m coming on board, and an office that is only 5 miles away from our home and the nursery. This company was the one that interviewed me for 9 hours on Friday – although exhausting, if they want to be that sure of someone before bringing them on, it can only be a good thing.
I think we need to find a new name for who I work for, because it won’t be Dream Job for too much longer (that end date is still being negotiated).
Yesterday I handed in my notice.
And for the first time in so long, there is a light in my career, and I have a future.
-H.

Fan-freaking-TASTIC! Congratulations!!
You deserve all you have and much more, Helen!!
I am a retired economist and I know so well what a new and nice job could be! Know that I wept in joy for you reading your blog and waiting this last wonderful up date from you and with you!!!
Oh fantastic!!!
So, So happy for you Helen!!
Hey …. woo hoo!!
Hope that new job turns into RIGHT job! So exciting and deserved!
x
Fantastic news! Congratulations!
Five miles from home and nursery? Wow, if you don’t have the kids in tow, you can walk it.
If you have the SUV twin stroller, you can walk it too.
Now that’s dreamy. Hmm. For name, how about Bidwinner? It almost sounds real.
Whoohoo! High Five! come on now! gimme five, no, TEN! wait. *taking my shoes off* TWENTY!! GIMME 20!
You know what’s better than a Dream Job? A better Reality Job. I know it doesn’t sound catchy, but I’m not much of a wordsmith.
Congratulations, btw. You’ve earned it, and I’m happy for you.
CONGRATS!!!! I AM SOOOO HAPPY FOR YOU.
Let me echo the sentiments on others: Mega congratulations. Much deserved.
Right Job, Dream Job 2, Neighborhood Job, or Yours! Yeah, good for you, so glad you are excited.