I’ve made it home, thank goodness. Today was my “short” eight hour day.
The conversation with the boss was um…interesting. Apparently, I’m to be the primary point of contact and analyst for the monthly R&A. The first one is 26 March. I am to attend all meetings that might have anything to do with my shop. This includes high level meetings…urp.
He seems to have great faith in my abilities. Me…not so much. He claims I’m timid. I laughed long and loud at this, at which point he corrected himself. My personality is not timid, but he feels I should speak up more in meetings. I told him that I am not about to speak up on subjects I know nothing or next to nothing about. I don’t want to look like a fool, I want people to know they can rely on my data, and lastly I want my division to look good. If I feel like I don’t have all the info, I will tell whoever is asking the question or disputing the data, that I need to research it and will get back to them. I’m not about to just spout shit off the top of my head.
I do speak up when I know when I know what I’m talking about. I am not shy about expressing my opinion, but I can do it with tact. I don’t get into pissing contests and if there’s a chance that things are going south in a meeting, I immediately tell folks that the issue is tabled for the big group and that key players will take the disagreement off-line.
He appreciates the fact that I am direct and not a “game player” or drama queen. I hate that shit and so does he.
After we chatted some more about work related issues, we talked about our weekend plans, and which then moved on to stuff going on in our personal lives. It was a long conversation.
At any rate, things will be kind of bumpy for awhile, I think. I’m going to be working my ass off and will probably spending a lot of my own time trying to bone up on things. Bleh. I need to do it, so I shall, but frankly, I’d like just a small bit of “coast time”. I’ve been going a million miles an hour for a year now, and I’m tired.
Well, that was rather long-winded. Sorry about that.
Speaking sammiches…I’m hungry. I need to rustle something up.