New Job Eve!

And so the time has come. I’ve done my last day as a resident-at-one-site-only filling station manager and I now step forth into the realm of responsible-for-four-locations area sub-division supervisor (is it a bad sign that I’ve forgotten my own job title already?)

I actually feel a lot better than I thought I would. Now the change is finally official it means I can stop worrying about what might happen and just get on with the job of dealing with what does. Part of me is a bit disappointed that my employees at the current site didn’t have a whip-round and give me a big ceremony, but it’s not as if I’ll be leaving them. I’m still their boss, they’ll just see me less often, and I imagine they’re overjoyed about that.

Next week will be weird as I’ll be trying to keep my old tasks in hand while travelling around getting the hang of the new stuff, but at least I can start getting the hang of it. Nothing is worse than waiting, I’ve discovered. Anxiety comes from the pauses in between events and the time you have to build up to them, rather than from any occurrences themselves. The fear of doing something is always disproportionate to the pain of actually doing it.

Christ it’s not even Day 1 yet and I’m slipping into Higher Management Wankspeak.

Forgive me, and wish me well.

RC 31-8-18