Responsibility is a scary word…
i can feel butterflies in my tummy!
My Boss is away for close to a month and my super boss is in the process of moving into a new role…which means that the Nut will directly be reporting into the Big Boss (the head) himself. The Nut and her boss are the sole members of a team – a team which has gained prominence because of the importance by the Head to what we handle – a role where we are highly dependent on what others implement but the results of the same are 100% of our Job Objectives (JO) and maybe 10% of the implementers JO…which makes us ummm…painful irritants to others
The role is one where there is huge opportunities to be bullied by all the “Big Ones” in other departments.
The role is one where undiplomatic me might say all the wrong things to the Big Boss and get us into trouble
The role is unexplored – no one knows what will work to help succeed in this.
I have two options this month – one slink away into oblivion – do what’s expected or one could shine -an opportunity for the “Big Ones” to realize that the Nut has potential.
The good parts of oblivion sinking are its easy, its safe, its suit lazy me to the core. the bad parts are i dont really like being seeing as “side kick” to boss…i
The good parts of Shining are i shine, i gain “prominence” and the next steps promotion et all become easier. The bad parts are u have to work hard, work late (which i hate), might involve tons of dirty work, i might try to shine, other might not be so interested in what i want to drive resulting in nothingness, i might rub a lot of shoulders the wrong way and hence get sc***ed further.
I know i should attempt to shine…its just my inner laziness can easily take over my profession ambitions.
I dont know why i need to blog this – i blogged hoping it would reduce the butterflies in my tummy (Nope no chance), i blog hoping u guys have some terrific/magic tips to see me thru,
i blogged to be honest to myself of the consequences of the two roads ahead of me Robert Frost style
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference
Help me help my professional self…!