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Time for a new job!

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Well....... I've just come to the end of an era.

Aug 21st 2006 I started working a little cleaning job, something I thought would just be a stop gap until something better came along. I didn't know it would lead on to so much more.

More than 10 and a half years later I was still there. I wanted to make a difference in this company that had so much promise. I'd progressed from cleaner to site manager (looking after 20 small sites was fun, but the caravan parks were hell), a brief stint as cover for the Ops Manager (never again!), and then moving out of Operations into the Admin side of the company with credit control. (who's have thought I could enjoy a job with numbers??) I have just spent the last two years as HR (and H&S but we don't talk about that), and finally found something I really enjoy, seem reasonably good at, and got paid to do. Winner, right?

Nope.

Today was my last day. I go in on Tuesday to clear my desk.

So... Thanks for the memories. I grew up while I worked there. Got married, had all four of my lovely boys in that time. I've made some lovely friends, ones I don't want to lose touch with. I've learned a lot. I've experienced a lot. And I'm not far from getting my CIPD level 3 qualification to take with me. There has been talk of me maybe coming back one day, but I think not. Sometimes doors close for a reason, and you shouldn't go back.

Incidentally, if you know of any HR jobs going locally, drop me a message! My CV is over here: Charlie Walker, HR 



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