New Job

Michael told his employer yesterday that he's taking a new job. It's officially official, so now I can blog about it. Woot!

Strangely, we moved out here in order for him to be closer to work. He has about a six mile drive at this point. The new job is twenty miles from here - but that's still nowhere near the fifty miles he was driving before we moved.

But because the money is much better, and the benefits are, too, and the opportunity just sort of fell into his lap, it was just too hard to turn it down. Plus the stress level where he's working now is getting to be too much. The cap on his groups is twelve, but they're putting 18-20 people in there, which nearly doubles his paperwork.

Paperwork is the worst part of his job.

I hate change... but I'm hoping this is going to be a good one. I don't see any drawbacks to it yet, aside from the longer drive, and that's very do-able. He may have to work some evenings, but they're very flexible. He could even work four days a week instead of five, if he wanted to.

He's really leaving his current employer in the lurch. They've had a huge turnover there, and Michael is one of their best therapists. I know they're going to miss him and regret losing him. His supervisor said, "I'll see if management wants to meet the offer." We'll see. I doubt they will.

I know Michael will miss the people, and even the clients. Working with addicts has been really rewarding for him, and he's exceptionally good at it. The new job won't be inpatient treatment - he'll be seeing outpatient clients, dealing with substance abuse, yes, but a lot of other issues as well.

As much as I hate change, I can't see the negative to this. Let's hope that holds out. *crossing fingers* It really does seem too good to be true. And we all know what they say about things that are too good to be true...

I'm just gonna tell my inner cynic to take a freaking vacation and enjoy the ride, okay? Okay, then. Here we go...