Category: Career

  • Pulling the chair out

    The chairperson mentioned a couple of times today at lunch how he has a size 26 shoe that he keeps putting in his mouth. It brought to mind the run in we had a couple of weeks ago, he hassled me about providing a cashflow report, I gave him a serve. I felt justified in telling him to back off, but I was very angry and really let him have it.

    I thought I’d made peace with him since then, but was disappointed by some comments he made towards the end of lunch today. He mentioned how things were going strong “despite the pessimism of the finance department earlier in the year”, then made various comments about cash flow which seemed to be a dig at our previous encounter.

    It’s not the first time I’ve felt undermined by things he’s said publicly. And it feels worse because I just don’t know how to respond. He is someone who jokes around and often says outrageous things, so I guess I probably shouldn’t take these comments too seriously.

    It’s tough though. He sometimes says very good things, and he has mentioned a few times that he trained as an accountant. A lot of the work I’ve done in the past two years has been groundbreaking stuff for me, and a lot of important and unpopular decisions are based on it. How awful to think that the budget I worked on might have serious flaws, that all the unpleasantness of cost cutting and drawn-out EBA negotiations could have been avoided.

  • Christmas lunch meeting

    It’s my day off today but I’m heading into “work” anyway – Ros has called a special Christmas exec meeting lunch at a local pub. Something different.

    I’ve been feeling so cranky and bad tempered the last couple of days. The thought struck me today while I was in the shower, this is something I’ve been preparing for in all the mindfulness exercises I’ve been doing – I need to acknowledge the feeling, and let it drift like a leaf on the stream.

    Since I had this thought the weight has lifted a little, the cranky old bag is having a better day.

    After lunch I’ll probably head to a shopping centre and do a bit of christmas shopping, how good is it to have a day off in the middle of the week, and avoid the worst of the madding crowds.

  • Mel behaving badly

    Am now on a week’s leave again, did not manage to get my work up to date and I am imagining a posse of suppliers chasing me for payments when I get back next week.. I think I am a weak person for letting stress affect my work. Work colleagues have been supportive but I think I’ve been behaving badly towards them as well. Oh well, the psych will help me sort this out.

  • Meltdown

    Had a minor meltdown at work this week. A combination of finding a mountain of paperwork waiting for me after my week off, trying to reconcile myself to reduced hours, coming back on a busy pay day during the rains during which people were leaving early to beat flooded roads but I had to stay until the pays were through, finishing one study course and moving straight onto another, and another painful enterprise bargaining meeting.. in combination with the months of going full pelt, I was a rubber band that had been stretched as far as it could go and I snapped.

    The signs of strain have been there a while, and finally I broke down in Ros’ office on Tuesday evening and told her I wanted it all to go away.. I worked myself into a right old state. The next day was my rostered day off I was crook as a dog with migraine and throwing up, couldn’t eat for a couple of days.

    I left work early on Thursday, due to working extra time for the meeting on Tuesday, so didn’t catch up with Ros again until Friday. By that time I’d started to calm down and was thinking rationally again.  Recently I’ve fantasised a lot about leaving this job, but I had a sudden vision of how much worse I’d be feeling if I was unemployed.

    The EBA has been a major contributor to the extremely negative thoughts I’ve been having about work. I’ve had a heavy role to play, involved in both sides of the negotiations and responsible for reporting on the financial situation which supports so many difficult and unpopular decisions. This is compounded by the fact that there is no proper back up for my position, I’m not allowed to get sick on a pay day because there is no one else who knows how to process the payroll!

    There are going to be some changes. I know that the EBA will be finished soon and things will get easier, so I haven’t asked to reinstate my hours – the thought of working longer hours there has zero appeal anyway. So I’ve suggested extra hours for the other admin position, for the sole purpose of making that role have shared responsibility for payroll. I think there’s a strong case. If staff weren’t getting paid because I was in the loony bin the organisation would be in very hot water.

    So will try to hold it together, and take things a bit easier, and work on building a positive mental attitude. And plan a big party for the day the EBA is finally over.

  • Dog snore

    Did my mad do-gooder thing today ferrying dogs around. Early start to get Choc to Animal Welfare for desexing operation. Choc is a 12 mth chocolate coloured Staffy with white toes, like Ebony, and big ears that fold over in cute sort of way. She has already been rehomed, but had her op rescheduled after she came into season. If left to the owners, I don’t think they would have bothered, so it is a comforting thought that there is now one less dog having unwanted litters.

    Dropped Choc off, then back to Laidley to pick up Rok and Murph. Rok is a big boofhead Staffy/Bull Arab x, Murph is a sweet young Ridgie x.  These two boys came to us from the pound in the last couple of weeks, still looking for homes, although things look good for Murph. They got their shots and chips and as I dropped them back to Ludelle, heard the good news that some people are coming to see Murph tomorrow, strong possibility of adoption.

    Quick stop on the way home to bank last weekend’s sausage sizzle takings, then stuck into some work on my assignment (last one!) for a couple of hours until it was time to go and pick up Choc. Embarrassing to be told by the vet nurse that Choc is riddled with fleas and they had to spray her so they could operate. She didn’t have fleas when she was with us 😐

    Back home again, and a couple of hours break until I had to head out again to work’s AGM. A good turn up this year, about 30  or 40 people and several local councillors present. Auditor addressed the meeting, didn’t seem really happy about having to stand in for the Treasurer again! Last year we had no Treasurer, this year the Treasurer was away on holidays. He said some nice things about our financial management, said we were one of the most professional organisations he’s worked with, a few heads turned to acknowledge me and some colleagues behind me patted me on the back, which was really nice.

    The annual reports we’d been working on came out really well, and Ros gave a presentation using the powerpoint I’d prepared – but ran into a couple of technical glitches, the projector decided to cut out. Quick-witted Ros quipped that we needed a grant for new AV equipment.

    One of the meeting attendees on the night was a dog! He was a beautiful big black labrador, in training to be a companion for a disabled person, there with his handler Garry, who works at the Bargain Centre. He was wearing a vest with an “L” plate stitched on it, very cute. Of course I bent down to meet him as soon as I clapped eyes on him, and was quickly told by Garry, it was totally the wrong thing because he was in training mode.

    Did manage to restrain myself from patting the dog, and got to sit next to him during the meeting, he was very well behaved during the meeting although all the talk sent him to sleep and he was actually snoring towards the end 🙂 Garry said he is teaching the dog to help with chores like retrieving the remote control, and removing socks and shirts. He will be in training for 18 months, the last six months he goes down to Sydney for final intensive training before placement.

  • Annual report

    When will I learn to stop putting my hand up when I see that something needs to be done! I offered to work on the annual report at work, which is going to be a big, fiddly job of formatting in Word.

    We are going for a heavily templated format, with lots of pie charts and graphs to display the many various statistics and figures. I am half relishing the thought of getting my teeth into this, half dreading it because I want it to look good.

    Feeling a bit down today, listening to colleagues happily chatting together while I am working solidly away, feeling weighed down by the workload. All work and no play, sometimes I feel like the stereotypical bookkeeper or accountant. Fastidious and boring.