I’m a big advocate of accepting change, but when the change happens to me I am full of freaking out.
Yesterday at work, my boss told me that I have been transferred – or as I like to think of it, “gifted” – to another department, and will no longer be reporting to him. This isn’t a bad thing by any stretch of the imagination, but it sent me into an evening-long anxiety attack all the same. Things are going swimmingly at work – I like the stuff I’m doing, people rarely ask me to do stupid things, and I like my boss. He tends to leave me to my own sometimes nefarious devices with the odd request thrown here and there, and admirably dealt with my major hissyfit over my xxxtreme dissatisfaction a few months back. However, I’ve worked my magic over half the company for almost three years, and it’s time to start looking at the terrible and wholly incorrect things the REST of the company is doing and whip them into shape under my (tiny) iron fist. So, my headcount has been gifted to another department – and I am not at all certain that this entire thing is not a huge karmic bite in the ass.
I’ve been transferred to the “People and Culture” team.
- I am terrible with people
- I have no culture
- “People and Culture” is our fancy way of saying “Human Resources”, and as a walking HR violation I can’t help but feel like I’m walking into a trap
I have a meeting with my new boss on Tuesday, and I will find out what is what. I’m mostly concerned that there’s a new desk in my immediate future – instead of my lovely secret currently-temp-filled hidey hole, I am almost certain I’m going to be moved into the large desk outside the VP’s office. Yeah, bigger desk .. with no window, no wall behind me, and utterly in the open. I’m getting all agoraphobic just thinking about it. But .. change is good, right? I can do this. I’m just so totally awesome that my old department couldn’t handle it, is all.