This week all of the managers at work are either on leave, or at a conference. That leaves me in charge. This means:
- I have to move over into the main building to work from the manager’s office.
- I have to supervise people who have suddenly been released from the iron-fist regime of their dictator team leader.
- People are expecting me to deal with things that the team leaders were unwilling, or unable to address.
- I have to work with my back to the door, and that door is made of glass.
I think Allie from Hyperbole and a Half describes the feeling quite well –
Image from This is Why I’ll Never be an Adult
I’ve hit my “one more…” thing. The inner tension is incredible. So far, I’ve had to deal with one staff member who hasn’t turned up for work without an explanation; and a part-timer who has more interest in FaceBook, than her work.
I am not a manager. I am not going to cope with this. I am afraid, very afraid.
I am a manager. I can do this. I called the person who didn’t turn up and left a message on their phone. I emailed their team leader and manager to tell them what had happened. I called HR to find out if she had leave booked, but had failed to write it in the diary. I mentioned to the staff person more interested in Facebook than work, that her time needed to be spent on the job. This is easy.
I need to find a middle ground between these two extremes. If I do either, it will kick into gear all of my other dysfunctional behaviour. I can’t let that happen.