I was sat at my desk a little after 7pm this evening when I had a sudden revelation: that additional responsibility that I am being given as a result of my promotion? (Yes, it turns out that there was a catch to that). It comes in the form of a full-time job. Maybe that's not so very surprising. I am taking this job on from someone who spent almost all of their time doing it. It's a step up for me, and I will now be responsible for managing delivery against a budget of over £1m. I will be expected to work with lots of people from lots of different companies, and I will be personally accountable for successful delivery of a number of projects.
So far, so good.
It's quite a big job. Big enough for my predecessor to have a couple of people in her team to help her out. I'm not getting the team. It's just me... but that's okay too. I'm capable enough, I think.
All of this wasn't my dawning realisation though. Oh no. The dawning realisation was that I am being expected to do all of this in addition to my existing full time job. That existing full time job is to be responsible for gathering the detailed IT requirements for one of the biggest mergers in European history.... work which was already taking up rather more than my contracted 37.5 hours a week and which is really going to ramp up from tomorrow as the board finally make some decisions and allow me to start work properly.
Well, they did give me a small pay rise, so now they OWN ME, right?.
Work? It's proper bobbins, innit?
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