WorkbitsUPDATE: Due to poor writing skills, I failed to convey effectively that I was the Scary Employee. You see, I went from being Scary Mommy to Scary Employee yesterday, effecting the change during the morning commute. So, for purposes of extending the metaphor, please substitute ”Mindy” in your mind for ”Scary Employee,” and the post will make more sense. Thanks for playing.
So the full-court press is on for the organizational tax return. I supply just one report for the annual submission, but that one report runs to 200 pages, has about 500 items, and takes most of a full-time position nearly half the year to compile. This report has been handled for the last 5 years by a specialist, a position created for this express purpose; general compliance made up the other portion of the responsibilities. Well, we reduced the force by 40% last year, and that meant giving up 2 of the 6 positions in my department. Guess what I inherited? Yup. The Report from Hell. I also inherited the database helpdesk, but the users can languish in User Hell for all I care; I report to the CFO, and the CFO cares about this report.
Guess who just left my office? Uh huh. Here’s a recap:
WorkbitsI am going to make a promise, and I’ll need you all to help keep me honest.
It’s 5 p.m., quittin’ time for most of the world, but I doubt that most of the world showed up to make the first pot of coffee at 5 a.m. My boss called me twice today to see if I was OK (not normal behavior, BTW), I’ve had several comments on my lovely dark circles, IMs popping up left and right from friends all over the world, checking to see if I have gone home yet, and one person this afternoon actually suggested I comb my hair. Good lord, what else am I not noticing?? And yes, I am sure that that long strip of white paper the other day was from my adding machine, not the restroom… you know who you are, so stop snickering.
I will try to go to bed at a reasonable time, and stay there. If I wake in the middle of the night, I will not check my work email. I will leave the building during the day in search of food and fresh air, and I will eat lunch. A lunch that I have picked up myself, not one that a pitying co-worker has brought me. (Not that I don’t appreciate it, Kathy my love, just trying not to become pathetic.)
I will work harder at delegating, though I think I do a darn good job as a matter of habit. I will make good on my threat promise to pillage utilize budgets one level up to hire help on my projects. I will try to look less chipper when making promises, and I will try to manage expectations in such a way that people are actually aware that while I tend to deliver on time and with a cheerful grin, there was effort involved, effort I expect to be appreciated and respected.
And finally, I will try to be home to have dinner with my family at least twice a week. I want to see my kids when they wake up and when they go to bed. It really shouldn’t be such a crapshoot.








