Last week, after I wrote, I thought to myself: maybe I’m making more out of this than it really is. Maybe I’m projecting my anxieties onto her when actually; she’s just one of those people I don’t naturally gel with straight away. Maybe it’s... ME! (ha ha, as IF, I’m perfect!)
And then, as I began to think that maybe I didn’t need to talk to her after all, that actually, it would all blow over and we’d soon be dancing through meadows full of mutual respect, she left me with no other option.
Yesterday was pretty quiet in the office so when she asked to leave early to make some appointment, as a gesture of goodwill I said that if she’d done everything, that was fine. She said she was just waiting on some final bits for a submission for a potential job which would then need to be printed and sent out. It was quiet and, because I’m an AMAZING boss, I said I’d do it for her.
Stupid, stupid me because I was sweating and panicking over HER job until TEN O’CLOCK last night!
I’m still steamed as I write this, but she basically landed me right in it. Lena had done such a poor job (misspelt the potential client’s name and even used the wrong one on several occasions, duplicated chunks of text, low res images... the works!) that I needed to rework the whole thing.
I mean, even without the current economic climate, I’m keen for our company to look professional, high-quality and definitely the sort of people you want to work with. Not one that lets chimps work on its pitch documentation. But maybe that’s just me?
And, because I couldn’t get it in the post and the deadline was noon today, I had to – in all this torrential rain and wind – go all the way across London to hand deliver it myself before work THIS MORNING because the courier couldn’t confirm a midday delivery when I rang them last night.
At 10:30 last night, as I switched off my lonely lamp, an email whizzed out of my account to Lena saying that instead of us meeting on Thursday – our specified Big Talk Meeting - we needed to go and have a coffee as soon as she was in.
So... when I got in this morning after my hellish journey in, there was an email sitting in my inbox, sent at 10:45pm last night from Lena ...
Let me guess - she said she's taking a day's holiday?
ReplyDeleteWOW! How very gauche of Lena. Does it make you wonder about her overall work now? If there's one poor job, usually there are many.
ReplyDeleteI have learned over the years (I'm 47) to not worry what anyone thinks of me - I am very good at my job, and if you don't like the way I do things, that's fine, do them your way. But you must do them well. I wish you luck with Lena - she needs a good talking to, and perhaps a shoulder to cry on???