So today was my last day working at Clatterbridge Cancer
Centre. I’ve only been there four full months but it feels longer. Starting tomorrow I’m the Recruitment Officer
for Capita. Capita is a HR Shared Service that looks after 13 different NHS
trusts. Nervous more than excited – but we shall see.
Leaving Clatterbridge was kind of odd. Maybe because my move
is a transition but the work isn’t actually changing; it doesn’t actually feel
like I’ve left. Got some lovely presents
though – beautiful bouquet of flowers, Prosecco... and aswell as a joint card
with all the good luck messages; the only colleague I’d really bonded with gave
me a separate card – which kind of meant more to me than the rest of the stuff
put together.
No one knows the meaning of life – to keep your genes alive
through reproduction? Or to set your name in stone, to be remembered. There are
some who don’t care how they’re remembered it’s simply the being remember part –
Adolf Hitler for instance is probably one of the most recognised names in the
world – but he isn’t remembered for anything good. Nevertheless, his name will
live on. Other people do it through acts of good – trying to make peace. Trying
to save the world. It would be nice – don’t get me wrong – to make that massive
impact. To be remembered and for the right reasons.
But sometimes it’s enough to know you’ve made that impact on
just one person. You might not have changed the world, but you’ve changed their
world; for the better. Sorry – pure cheese? Yes it is. But still; it’s
something to aim for. Realising you can’t change the world, you can’t save it –
not on your own. But it doesn’t mean you can’t change it for someone else. If you're lucky enough to find someone you care about ... then you'll realise how effortless it is too. Making them happy becomes as easy as breathing.
And on that stinking with fermented dairy product note – I’m
off to get ready for my new job tomorrow. Will do a more journal, less cheese
blog soon.
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