It’s all good

Re-entry into the world of office work has been easier than I thought.

I brought my sekrit boyfriend picture in to put on my desk (it’s an in-joke there) along with a pic of me and Duty and doggies.

My predecessor was known for decorating her area like it was her coffee table at home with books (of the coffee-table variety), stuffed animals, trinkets she had collected in her travels and so much stuff that it was easy to feel suffocated.

Me? One pic of family, one of sekrit BF and I’m just peachy.

Teh dramz unfolds however – predecessor was not a fun person.  She had been demoted from a position where she supervised all the client associates in six offices to being one of the ones she previously supervised.

They brought in someone in her place that’s quite different (and not in a way where you’d say hurrah! but in a way you’d say “uh, okay” – different is not always better).

Preds was bitter about how it was handled (not well, of course) and walked around with a HUGE black cloud over her head all. the time.

Anyway, Miss (Un) Happy sprinkled her (un) happiness flakes everywhere and they all-too-often landed on the head of the nice woman working in the cage.  Who was thrown under the bus any time one drove by.  Consequently, she got more black marks on her record than she deserved.

One of the reasons I have been brought in to try to right the ship that fell apart with predecessor and in doing so, help this nice woman rehab her rep.  She does a fine job considering she had NO training because she got caught in transitions between predecessor and HER predecessor.  I like her and we work together very well.

And that may not be enough to save her job.  (Which she desperately needs.)

I’m a FIERCE advocate when I am moved to be and for some reason, this one has me moving.  It’s not that I care about being back in the cage because kids, I’ve surrendered and am going where the Uni takes me.  It’s that she’s done pretty much nothing (that I can tell) to warrant the treatment and was in the wrong place and mixed with the wrong person.  I’ve had that happen and it sucks.

So, I’ve asked my Angels to help me with this: if there is anything that is mine to do, I asked to be shown that and have the courage to speak.  If it’s mine to get out of the way, I asked for that as well and for the courage to stand by and hold the space.  (I don’t think I’d like to be the kind of psychic that can see what’s coming.  What very little I do know has made me sad.)

More as it unfolds.

PS:  our car is in the shop so Duty has been driving me to work every day and today he even made me lunchies! This spoilage won’t last long but so far, I like it! hehe Feels so much like Mr. Mom.  (Schooner Tuna FTW!!)