After last week's nonsense with a disciplinary, I have finally come to the conclusion that I have been digging an enormous hole for myself by worrying about work (and the 30 areas of responsibility listed in my appraisal). New manager is quite aware that neglected employee leads to ill employee, in spite of landing me with the disciplinary (she is sweetness and light now I proved my point), and all responsibility for staff (or anything else), gently removed, (it pays to be unpredictable and dangerous), and me learning to delegate, things are looking up.
So, with the return of my colleague who has been off sick for 6 months having his knees done, and the imminent return of my other colleague who has been seconded to the County for 6 months (by me, granted, but it was a quid pro quo in lieu of me), the three of us were sitting around getting the Plan we have to write sorted (the one I have beaten myself up about), and using all the stuff I have prepared in the preceding months, we have come up with a reasonable framework to actually get things done. He does that, I add to it, he finishes it off etc. Using our own unsupervised initiative, as usual.
Over comes new manager, "Gents, I have got two volunteers from my other team to help you out with consultation and stuff. Can we all get together on Friday?" Well yes, and thank you.
Twelve months driving myself to mental illness, and suddenly, things have returned to how they used to be. A team, a manager, sharing the burden. Wahey!
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*applauds*
My granny used to say that if you turn yourself into a doormat people will only wipe their feet on you without even noticing.
Respect yourself and they'll respect you.
Some managers are wankers, some ( a few) are wonderful. And it makes all the difference. I once worked in a school which just wandered along without a care in the world, then on day a new headmaster turned up and the place turned in to a nightmare, took about 3 weeks. I left a year later before the stress got too much.
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