I quit my job. I handed in my notice on 24th March 2023 which meant that I would be paid until the end of August, but after that I had nothing lined up.
It should have been scary. Yet, the feeling of knowing I was breaking out of a nine-year work cycle was wonderful and my colleagues said I had a spring in my step.
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In reality, I did need to find a part-time teaching post from September so that I could at least cover my share of the bills.
It had been quiet on the job hunt front for a while but I was hopeful, and relatively confident, that some suitable positions would start to appear during the summer term. Indeed at the end of the Easter break, a role came up at a prestigious London school. The commute wasn’t ideal (a train and a tube) but I knew the school by reputation and felt I’d be foolish not to apply. It was confusingly advertised as ‘full or part-time to suit the right candidate’. I applied, and happily got an interview.
I hadn’t been for an interview for quite some time, so this was nerve-wracking. As a music teacher, interview days have many parts. As well as the traditional interview, you are expected to teach a lesson and lead a rehearsal. I felt it had gone fairly well, though at the end of the interview when asked if I had any questions to ask, I enquired about the part-time nature. “Yes. About that…” the interviewer replied, “it looks like we are going to need someone full-time. Is that a problem for you?”.