“Hey, have you signed the leaving card for X?“
I’ll put ‘best wishes’ because putting ‘so long you useless shafter and good riddance’ isn’t very British 😉
Or so I wrote on social media, t’other day. X is another casualty from the team I didn’t join. About a year ago we had a consultant come in and merge two teams. After about six months he announced if we wanted to be in his team- let’s call them Team A – we’d need to apply and be interviewed. Alternatively, we could move straight into a new team under a different manager and it would be a different role.
The new team felt, at the time, a bit of a step back. The Ever Lovely Mrs J, who is wise as she is pretty, said: “If you can’t decide. Write a list with two columns. Write down all the good as bad things about choice A and do the same for choice B.”
Being a man I did the unusual thing of actually listening and taking her advice. I may be a bloke, but I’m not 100% there. (“Hey, can we get a guy’s opinion on this?” Sure, I’ll help find you one. 😛 )
So, looking at the consultant being temporary, the inflexibly around process (because all work issues are the same right?) and some of the… frankly arrogance, I’d have to put up with, I decided not to join.
Yes, I was scared of the unknown around Team B, but I did know who I’d be working with. Plus, the work there was also a chance to shape things and collaborate, rather than dictate. I felt the fear and jumped. Despite my initial concerns, the new team have been welcoming, down to earth, practical and flexible. Consistent, yes, rigid, no. I don’t think I’ve been happier and so productive in years.
Given Team A – and I’ll let you make your own jokes about what the A stands for 😉 – has now lost five people. There’s a sixth (contractor) in his way out too, I’m feeling very glad I listened to my lovely wifey.
If there’s anything to be learned from all this, it’s these:
- A step up may only be based on one person’s perspective.
- A list of yay or nay can truly help you focus.
- Feel the fear. Think. Do it.
For that last one, if I’d allowed fear to rule me, I’d not have:
- Started this blog.
- I’d never have made it to Chams.
- I’d still be in the closet. Not honest with the Ever Lovely Mrs J.
- I’d never have been out in the day time.
- I’d never have had an evening meal with (trans) friends.
- I’d never have done Karaoke (actually, that may be a negative 😉 )
- I’d never have gone dancing with friends.
- I’d never have made friends who know all about me and don’t judge me for it.
- I’d not have pierced ears (a small thing for some, a big do for me)
All things to be thankful for.
Be brave. Be fabulous. Be yourself.