Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Angel on my shoulder
The pessimistic angel while smaller and not as loud can sometimes be downright rude and loud and often drowns out the voice of optimism.
That pessimistic cherub has been having a little bit of a rant lately, so I either need to buy a stronger gag or perhaps ear plugs. Work has settled down in terms of the first month of craziness. I'm doing much more of the communications role and I'm expecting someone to pinch me and I'll wake up. That little pessimistic voice keeps piping up and asking how on earth I'm getting paid to do what I'm doing.
I'm doing all of the things that I love, I'm learning so much and the more I create, the more creative I feel. I loved my previous human resources role, the project administration role was okay as well. But the communications role - love it, love it, love it. It's only taken me almost 40 years to discover that communications and change management is exactly where I want to be.
I guess what's feeding the pessimistic angel is the 'old school' view from senior managers within our company which surrounds the idea of change management. It's not taken as seriously as say finance is. Figures and accounting is quantifiable, people and emotions are not.
At the moment I keep taking a swipe at the pessimistic cherub and telling it to be quiet. I'm like a sponge, soaking up every scrap of information from my new boss that I can. I'm aware that as an external consultant he's only destined to be there for 12-18 months. I must learn as much as humanly possible because the reality is that once the project finishes in 3.3 years then I will be without a job. At least I now know which direction I will move in.
I'm not sure of the logistics of participating for my overseas friends - but hey Adelaide gets interstate and international post and it's open until Christmas. My Adelaide pals, it's easy and it's for a worthwhile cause.
Are you intrigued now - well go and check it out here.
That's all for now - Cheers, Fi
Posted by Fiona Biedermann