It's like I WANT to make more work for myself

Another 'great idea' may have come back to haunt me.
We often have planning meetings where Gavin reiterates his desire to make more connections between our sites and the local community, and his other desire to find ways to increase the company income over the Winter. I made one of those suggestions I sometimes make - normally hours into a meeting where I am losing the will to live and have let my imagination wander away into more pleasant pastures - when a plan falls into my mind and instantly feels like a winner, and I instantly get the urge to share it with others, even before the idea has fully formed in the forefront of my consciousness. So I opened my mouth and talked about hosting regular Quiz Nights. And now, a few weeks later, with the reality of Autumn nestled around us and the quieter times staring at us from a few miles down the road, Gavin want to press ahead, and wants me to be the instigator and lead. So now I am committed to putting together a series of themed 'fun' evenings in our main bar, which will involve reaching out to local quiz leagues and teams and inviting them onsite for 'the mother of all showdowns' and will also involve gently persuading my staff that they should spend even more time at work than they normally do, at the time of year when they normally get to have a few quiet evenings at home for a change.
I mean... in this day and age, with prices being what they are, you would hope our employees would welcome the extra shifts, but you know what the British workforce is like, right? I am about to become even more unpopular than I already have been. I'm not seen as an ogre (I don't think) but I AM seen as The Guy Most Likely To Instigate Changes That Increase Everyone's Workload, and I know I'm seen as that because it's been written very clearly on an anonymous feedback form that someone dropped into the 'Suggestions' box in the staff room. That box, by the way, was another of my bright ideas that has since bitten me in the arse while wearing fangs. For some reason, I thought allowing Those Under Me to comment honestly on the workplace without any fear of retribution would foster an atmosphere of interaction and support. Nope. I just get drawings of boobs and penises and feedback calling me a bell-end.

RC 8-10-25