I could get used to these four-day weeks. As I write those words, I can hear Gorse Fox muttering something about zero-day weeks, but I shall choose to ignore that.
I am now officially working. I have two deals and a side project on my plate. This is still not really working me fully but it is getting there. It is a very frustrating experience being in the position of needing to do stuff with not enough idea as to how to do it. Everything is different (as I expected); department names, department responsibilities, the client's departments, divisions, groups and systems, and most of it is described with either three or four letters. I have a little list going at the back of my notebook as I find out the meaning of each one, but what I am finding is that people do not seem to want to slow down too much on the local jargon, expecting me to be able to just pick it up.
Anyhow, it is Friday, the rest of the clan have had the week off, and we head in to a weekend of fun. We are seeing David and Samantha tonight, and Brad and Angelina on Sunday. It will be good to catch up with everyone.
We are also blessed with no football at all this weekend. That means lay-ins, but also a need to do something physical to stop the wild animals from crawling up the wall. On the subject of football, I have shown Maggot 2 the John Smith's "av' it" advert with Peter Kay, and he now introduces "av' it" in to any appropriate situation.
It has been nearly two months now since I made the leap, and I feel the need to ponder, briefly*, how it has gone. I have done well to get all the required training completed and passed, which will put me in good stead for the future (indeed, I got an award from my boss for doing so), and I have started to build a network.
The bit that concerns me is simply that I need to be doing a job, and I don't really know how to yet. I have observed in me the fact that I do like to know all aspects of a role before I feel I can really do it, to understand the ins and outs of a cat's behind, and this may hold me back, so I need to constantly remind myself to deal with what I can with what I know and keep pushing forward. The trouble is when faced with an issue for which I do not have a clue, I feel so impotent not knowing how to handle it. Oh well, that is all part of the package, so I just need to grit my teeth, gird my loins and clench my buttocks, and settle in for the ride of my life.
On that note, I wish you a fantastic weekend, and speak next week.
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* thank goodness for that. Ed.
1 comment:
Chortle!
You cannot imagine the pleasure of going to bed at the end of a Bank Holiday weekend with the thought that the next day is not a work day and will not involve traffic, conference calls, and (most of all) clients!
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