Did I jump too soon?

Gavin has not yet officially offered me the position he asked me about before I chose to resign. Since I let him know that I’ve handed in my notice he has gone worryingly quiet.
I don’t think he’s changed his mind, I think this is just ‘Change Fear’ on my part descending into anxious paranoia, but it would be nice to know that I definitely have a job to go to.

Thinking about it, I do seem to remember that my exact placement in the management structure was still unclear. He was quite honest about that and I said it was absolutely fine. If I recall correctly (now wishing I had taken some notes instead of just chatting away and drinking coffee) there will be four of us, including Gavin, who between us will cover all the necessary duties, and the exact details will be ironed out now he knows who the four people are. Because it’s a bit of a restructure, there’s probably lots of HR considerations and protocols that have to be followed before anything becomes completed and defined.

There are now three paragraphs in this blog posting, and they’ve been written at three different times of day. My mind is a whirring flurry of flurrying whirriness. I am partly worried that I have made a mistake, partly worried that I dreamt the whole thing, and partly worried that Gavin has changed his mind. I need to just accept my decision to quit, wait patiently for it all to fall into place, and relax and get on with my day.
So I’m going to make myself a seasonal gingerbread latte and enjoy the Roast Chicken & Herbs Pringles that have just accidentally fallen off a shelf and become too damaged to be sold to the public.

RC 11-12-20