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Date: 19 July 2009 08:29:45
I arrived at work yesterday morning at 6.45 to be greeted by three giggling senior colleagues: "Are you going to tell her, or shall I?"
You know that sinking sensation when you know one of your senior colleagues is about to delegate you a task which nobody in their right mind is going to want to do?
"You're in charge today!"
It was with great glee that they foisted upon me, just six weeks into the job, the role of being in charge for the day - making all the decisions, allocating tasks, making sure the essential things were done and recorded... even deciding what to have for lunch! AGGGGHHHH! I'd been told I'd have this task after about five or six months at work. Was I ready? Was I heck as like, as my Dad used to say. And it was quite an eventful day, too - though most days are fairly eventful in one way or another.
But there seemed to be no argument I could come up with that would sway them in their malicious glee (and I knew they were there to back me up and for me to turn to whenever I didn't know what to do - which was most of the time) so I acceeded. My first act of delegation was to delegate the task of being in charge - but that was thrown back at me. So I threw myself into it and nagged and bossed with a vengeance, frowning on any insubordination from my superiors and allocating tasks left, right and centre, drawing on all my experience of being a teacher, a line manager, a mother, and organising Wightmeets.
The comment at the end of the day? "We've created a monster" :D