The wind of change

... is one of my favourite karaoke songs. Any bridge which has the word 'balalaika' in it has to be given props.

But enough about that. I'm just writing a short post because I've been offered a job, which is full time (and therefore, I think, somewhat superior to my current two-casual-jobs arrangement).

Ordinarily, I would be quite excite, and indeed, part of me is. However, the fact that the job I'll be moving to is ostensibly the same job I had - albeit in a different faculty - almost three years ago - somewhat dulls the shine. Am I moving backwards? Or, slightly better, but not much, just stagnating? I'm a little unsure, but I hink that perhaps I can make something more out of the job this time around. I hope so, anyhow. Worst case scenario is that the job will be a pocket of stability for a little while, which isn't all bad in these times, so everybody keeps saying.

Perhaps my apprehension doesn't so much spring from fear of change - I think these days I actually embrace change (I should be a motivational speaker) - but rather from a little regret about what I will leave behind. I have really quite enjoyed woking at both of my current workplaces. The people are kind and friendly, and the work has been challenging, yet rewarding.

I keep coming back to the notion of 'gen-y' and 'gen-x'; specifically in relation to the supposed 'gen-y' ethic of selfishness and prioritising career aspirations over loyalty to employers and dedication to one's job. I have often wondered which camp I belong to, as I'm sort of on the cusp, in terms of age. This is borne out, I guess, in the conflicted feelings I have about changing jobs now. I don' want to leave what I have behind, and I don't want to let the peopl I work with down, but at the same time, I think this option for a stable job is a wise career move right now.

So I guess I'm just gonna follow the Moskva, down to Gorky Park. Because change, after all, change is a good thing.