Days look a little rosier lately
I have been off air for a while. Not as a result of health issue , but what’s been happening at work.
For nearly a year life at work has been somewhat scungy . Heads have been rolling, members of the team I worked with have been moved to other sections in tears, and others were shown the door, swapped for newer and less experienced models. Management brought in a psychologist to prod those who remained into being a team.
Stress like that is a condition of working which many people suffer. It happens at all levels of work.
I thought I was handling the stress and drama, but apparently not. I made a mistake, and the management gods had me as a plaything for a while.
As a result, I was dumped into an outer department; this was an easy solution to management’s problem of what to do with me. The mistake I made, was the excus emanagemnt used to get me out of their hair. I made a mistake of judgement, nothing earth shattering, but they made a mountain out of it. I keep hearing from intimates that their real problem was my being a bloke, a gender issue. I was a sole token male in a group of women. I don’t believe that affected my team work, but it seems to have been a problem for others in the team.
I used to come home from work drained by the dramas and go back the next morning tired and dejected.
Luckily for my self esteem, my banishment to another department and downgrading of my job happened at the same time as the state premier got dumped by incompetent political party management, and in the same week a leader in the federal parliament was dumped by infighting in his party, so I see that I am in great company with other notable outcasts.
Noteably there are equal numbers of men and women in the section where I work now, and its a happy team.
Now I am more relaxed. I feel as if I had been bog snorkelling, and have now surfaced (covered in mud, but able to breathe freely).
At least I feel like looking at the web again. Blood flows in my veins. Ideas bounce around while I shower in the morning. I can even tackle the morning cryptic crosswords ( still can’t solve them, but a few clues don’t look so frightening as when I was befuddled.
Let’s see how it evolves. life goes on.