I can’t fake my mood right now. I’m tired. And my body is unhappy with me for eating half a breakfast empanada and calling it lunch. I can’t tell you how mixed up the emotions are today. I’m too exhausted to appreciate any of it.
For starters, my boss came into my office today. She shut the door behind her. This is never good. Unlike other times, where she would inform me of news at the company, today, the news was about me. I’d made mistake in triaging a case and leaving it for my colleague to process.
My initial though on the matter is that I am not the least bit surprised. The follow up information arrived via fax last Thursday when I was overloaded with work. But, after reporting the load during our morning “kam bam,” all my colleagues did was offer up stories of the way it was at the previous company. No one offered to help out and I did what I could to manage.
Apparently, I missed something important.
I’ve been busting my butt at work. I can’t remember the last time I took a break for lunch. Likewise, I can’t remember the last time my colleagues didn’t.
And just as I was congratulating myself for doing such a good job in managing the case load, AND for taking home some work just last night to show my colleagues that I am able contribute on ALL levels, I get the shut-door session. It kind of makes me wonder if I’m being set up for failure when the new company does their thinning.
I suppose I’m just being paranoid.
I need a run.