I’ve just declined a promotion with a 30% raise. Again. For the 2nd time in less than 3 years. The pitch came from the most senior folks in the highest levels of the hierarchy. I’ve worked with them for well over a decade. To some extent it is an old boy and girl’s network.
I would have been the big boss, top echelon, stationed in the home office in the Capital. It would have required political clearance since it’s at the high levels of the state government.
Oh, it wasn’t guaranteed that I’d get the job. But I’d certainly have the inside track if I applied for it, as I know the system inside and out, know the people in the positions of power, and have the qualifications, including having already done a stint as “acting boss” for over 6 months in the past. And I’ve always been the guy people turned to when they either couldn’t reach the boss, or were afraid to talk to him. It’d be my job to lose, basically. No one else inside the department is anywhere near as qualified as I am for the top position. Not a brag, just an honest assessment of our current staff. We’ll need to find our next director outside our own ranks.
But I Just Don’t Want It.
I’ve seen the job burn out my two previous bosses. I’ve seen them just about foam at the mouth with frustration, putting in long hours as they got ground up in the bureaucracy of government managers and red tape. I’ve listened to them vent about it, how it ate their lives, haunted their dreams, and made them dread work.
Some folks tell me to go for it. They think I’d make it work, that I’d do it better. Or at least that they’d be better with me as the boss. They tell me to just stick it out for 3 years, to boost my pension by a significant amount, then retire on my terms.
But I’d have to give up all the parts of my profession that I love; the actual patient care, the teaching of other health practitioners, the feeling that I’m actually making some sort of positive difference sometimes. And I’d also have to take on all the things about modern medicine that I hate; the utilization reviews, the hiring and firing, the disciplining of employees, the budgeting, the (increased number of) lawsuits with my name on them because I’d be the boss, the negotiating with health care systems, the writing of policy. I’d also have to rent an apartment in the Capital, as it’s a two hour commute from my home of nearly 60 years.
I also don’t believe I’d be good at it. Everyone else tells me otherwise, but in my heart of hearts I know what my strengths and weaknesses are. And even if I would be good at those tasks, I still hate doing them. I think it’s a curse to be good at things you don’t like doing.
So I’ve said no, for the 2nd time. The extra money isn’t worth it. The status isn’t worth it. Fortunately my wife agrees 100% with my decision. I’ll help hire and train the new boss, just like last time. And hope that this next boss sticks around long enough for me to retire already.
So what’s your story of saying “No” to further advancement? And how’d it work out? Any regrets or repercussions?