A mini rant from an impatient madam

If you know me, you’ll know that I’m an impatient madam. Once I have made the decision to do something, I want to get it done, right now, with no holdups or delays or God forbid, anyone telling me it’s a crap idea. Its this impatience that leads me to do things like start the process of self hosting my blog at 11pm at night, despite my technical knowledge being limited to how to turn on a laptop.  (that was a good plan, right?)

Given my impatient nature, one thing that makes me really, REALLY ranty is email exchanges like this (I’m paraphrasing the emails and not basing them on one specific incident, because this is a work issue, and I’m a PROFESSIONAL, y’know)

From Me

Dear XYZ,

I’ve been chatting with ABC in your organisation about the possibility of doing a project on DEF, and they suggested I contact you to clarify a few things before progressing. In the first instance, would you be able to let me know the answers to a few questions? *lists 3 questions*

Many thanks, Michelle

 

From Him

Dear Michelle,

This sounds like a great idea. Can you put a meeting in my diary to discuss in mid February?

Many thanks.

 

Oh my. SO MANY THINGS make me rant about this. Firstly, I’m not looking for a discussion. I’ve had that already (with your boss, by the way). Secondly, you could have answered the three simple questions (which are VERY simple) in your email, and then armed with the answers I’d be half way through putting a plan together by now. Third – MID MARCH? It’s the first week of February FFS. I want this to happen in early March (see ‘an impatient madam’, above).

And finally, sorry, but I absolutely hate it when people (usually men, actually) tell me to ‘book a meeting in their diary’.*  What it says to me is ‘I want a meeting with you, but I am too important to book it myself, so can you just do the donkey work? Ta, love, and can you take tea and coffee orders while you’re at it, oh and just take some minutes and type them up and distribute them too?’

Phew. Feel loads better for getting that off my chest. Now I’m off to book a meeting. *grits teeth*

* DISCLAIMER if you are my boss, or my bosses’ boss, or anyone who is planning on paying me money in any shape or form, then I don’t at all hate it. In fact I’m on it straight away.

MummyBarrow

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Small Things #2

Morning morning from Mrs Chirpy Face here! Time for Small Things #2 🙂

Sorry. I know I shouldn’t be chirpy so early in the day. It’s not right, and it’s just plain inconsiderate. But there it is, and here I am!

I’m feeling all chirpy because this week is the start of my new life/work balance. I’ve blogged before about how working 4 days a week was proving counterproductive for our family. So after the Christmas break I went to see my boss to give my notice in.  The intention was to go back on the payroll at our shop for a couple of days a week, sorting out our neglected website and social media presence, and then  trying to cobble together enough freelance bits and pieces to give me another day, thus getting to the Holy Grail of the three day week, which is what seems to work for us at this stage of the kids’ lives.

It’s taken a few weeks to iron everything out but the upshot is that I have now been given a new one day a week contract at work! This is brilliant as I like my employer, and I like the work I do, and also it takes the pressure off with scrabbling for freelance assignments when I’m not qualified to do anything, at all.

There is one fly in the ointment, which is the skint thing. This reorganisation dramatically and scarily reduces my take home pay. And that kind of brings me on to the Small Thing (since technically reorganising my work life is a Big Thing and so I’m not sure qualifies for the MummyNeverSleeps Small Thing Linky).

So my Small Thing is this: Right after gave my notice in, our car died (permanently) and my son brought home a letter about a school residential trip. Both those things come with bills attached and as yet I haven’t figured out how we are going to pay for either of them. Huh? Where’s the Small Thing in that sentence, I hear you cry….well, reader(s), the small thing is the word AFTER.

Because if these bills had arrived before I gave my notice in, I probably would have been ruled by my head and not done it at all. But my heart and my gut – and my kids reactions – tells me that skint or not skint, bills or no bills, I have done the right thing.

So there you have it. Small Thing #2, brought to you by the word ‘after’.

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