What the hell?

Preemptive Strike

I did it. I stood up for myself. And spoke to someone's manager's manager (who just happens to be on speed dial), and asked "what's up?" How does one bridge the communication gap?

The woman some of you may be familiar with, ahem, the one I brought on board to work with me, not as a super soloist, has been reigned in. And will most likely know it's me. Well, who else could it be? Be the points raised were 1) valid and more importantly 2) well documented. I think the nail in the coffin had to be the "I don't work extra now that I'm not paid to" theme. Oof.

I tried delegating a very simple request via two emails today. Admittedly, one could have sought clarification. However, electing to send mail to a very large distribution list constitutes noise in my book.

Check! No more.

However, I suspect a hawk will be afloat looking for weaknesses. But sorry. That was really annoying. Instead of spending two minutes forwarding documents requesting print outs, I spent over an hour responding to a public set of questions (must be diplomatic after all). This was preceded by a series of phone calls I had hoped to avoid by just saying "give me extra copies".

When we live in an environment where having a meeting costs a hundred bucks (you know, turning on the lights and all), a little extra is no biggie. Particularly when my budget does not necessitate approval for anything under 10K. Dude. ette.

Oh, and then I spent a 1/2 crafting my "woe is wasting time!" mail. I even got a thank you. Must have been quite eloquent.

sigh.

Baad.

Even worse is the feeling I had when I remembered I forgot to call Trisha (aGAIN). Work late and you lose track of time and reason. Must remember to grovel in the near future.

I'm heading back in for Friday. We had a power blip in LI and my remote access to the work computer was terminated. I suspect power outages elsewhere in the isle contributed to my network outage. Bleh. But there's tons for me to do. And I'll have Saturday at home vs. in the office.

OH! And for those of you in the know, the Dad is mending well. Actually, the term I'd use is spry. Amazing how quickly technology progresses. His new eye, as we're fondly teasing him, Bionic Elderly Geezer, is 20/30. How nuts is that?

posted by irene @ 11/13/2003 10:00:00 PM