...and it's back to work.
Booooo!
Today, despite my flu, I got up and trudged off to the office.
I don't enjoy going there these days; I've been "reorganized" into a new group with new responsibilities (in addition to my old ones), and it just so happens it's a coordination group. I'd be lying if I said this change was good for me. It's a group whose function irritated me when I was just a "client" and I don't feel I'm the "best fit" for this group. To be honest, the only reason I'm there is because I am now the department's sole policy staff on my program, and in the reorganization, my program was moved to this group. I don't believe it makes a lot of sense for this program to be moved to a coordination group with no experience in running a program, but certain strong feelings and behind-the-scenes activities are responsible for this change.
So I was not exactly walking into the office with the best of mindsets, and being sick means I might as well wear a sign saying I'm Typhoid Mary for all the looks I got as I tried to drain my face of the excess of mucus currently overstuffing my sinuses. If I didn't want to be there, and people didn't want me to be there, why did I go? Well, mostly because neither the illness nor my professionalism were bad enough not to. I might be unhappy, but that's no excuse not to show up and do my best.
I just have to hope that something in my vast job search turns up soon.
Keeping the hope alive...
...Wish you were here.
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