Limbo land..
Monday is here again.
Only this time it's a little...different.
The past weeks have found me to be quite disaffected by my current role. Now (with a nod in Will Shakespeare's direction), here's the rub; this was ironically due to my having done a middle management course, and from said learning crystallised my own ideas of what should form the basis of effective management. The end result was that I started to question my own immediate superior's ethics and methods.
One doesn't really need to don a cloth cap and wander around peering at things with an oversized magnifying glass to realise I didn't much like the results.
Initially I did have my own tentative ideas, but these were later clarified by what I learned during the course, that a chasm roughly the size of (this should keep the male readership of my journal interested), Jessica Alba's cleavage exists between what comprises a 'Manager', and a 'Leader'.
And unfortunately I want to be led...and inspired...and motivated, not just managed.
My initial solution to all this was just to sit idly by until my productivity curve resembled one of those water slides that are capable of inducing a few seconds of freefall, but culminate in you trying to retrieve your board shorts/bikini bottoms from the crack of your bum in front of a crowd of complete strangers. However, instead of this, I decided to clasp destiny firmly by its Morrissey lapels (my destiny has its own stylist), and wandered into the office of another director on the flimsy pretext of saying hello and commenting on what a lovely view of the construction site he had. End result; I commence in his team in around 4 weeks.
Yes, dear reader, there is now light at the end of the corporate tunnel for yours truly.
And contrary to popular belief, it's not an approaching locomotive.
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Only this time it's a little...different.
The past weeks have found me to be quite disaffected by my current role. Now (with a nod in Will Shakespeare's direction), here's the rub; this was ironically due to my having done a middle management course, and from said learning crystallised my own ideas of what should form the basis of effective management. The end result was that I started to question my own immediate superior's ethics and methods.
One doesn't really need to don a cloth cap and wander around peering at things with an oversized magnifying glass to realise I didn't much like the results.
Initially I did have my own tentative ideas, but these were later clarified by what I learned during the course, that a chasm roughly the size of (this should keep the male readership of my journal interested), Jessica Alba's cleavage exists between what comprises a 'Manager', and a 'Leader'.
And unfortunately I want to be led...and inspired...and motivated, not just managed.
My initial solution to all this was just to sit idly by until my productivity curve resembled one of those water slides that are capable of inducing a few seconds of freefall, but culminate in you trying to retrieve your board shorts/bikini bottoms from the crack of your bum in front of a crowd of complete strangers. However, instead of this, I decided to clasp destiny firmly by its Morrissey lapels (my destiny has its own stylist), and wandered into the office of another director on the flimsy pretext of saying hello and commenting on what a lovely view of the construction site he had. End result; I commence in his team in around 4 weeks.
Yes, dear reader, there is now light at the end of the corporate tunnel for yours truly.
And contrary to popular belief, it's not an approaching locomotive.
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