Management Material?

As time goes on at work, I’m ending up being more and more of a manager. It’s not a role (or at least a title) I want, and in fact it’s one I’ve actively resisted so far. But with a reorganisation of some of the higher levels – among other things my team now reports to a different director to previously – I’m being pushed more into the management side of things.

I can do the job – I’ve been doing it since Day One in a number of ways – but I still have the occasional wobble about this career progression thing.

Even thinking in terms of career is weird for me. I still prefer the definition of career as “to swerve wildly from side to side” (as in ‘careering downhill’) but there’s a progression in place for me at the moment, and it’s heading down that route.

As it is, my job title is “Lead Developer”, which I’m happy with. If I were to go looking for a new job, anyone seeing that on a CV would know it’s involved some serious team management and project management etc. I don’t want to be a “Manager” though – that’s still a step too far for the moment. I like having my hands in the code, doing the work rather than directing others.  I’m OK at directing the others and knowing where we’re going and what’s coming up, but still it’s all a bit of a leap.

I’m not going to reject the role or the position, it does make sense for where I’m heading. I think I’ll have a “bloody hell” session every so often too though. Them’s the breaks.


Fake Flying

Awesome – a guy flies passenger jets on a fake pilot’s licence. For 13 years.

If you’ve ever flown with Air One (now Alitalia), he could’ve been your pilot.

And now he’s been caught, having flown hundreds of flights with thousands of passengers, what’s the punishment? A fine of $2,500 and being grounded for a year.

Yeah, grounded from flying – like that’s going to have an effect, as he’s not had a licence anyway. That’s like banning someone from driving because they don’t have a licence.


Back to Normal

After ten days away, it was back to work today.

Lots to do, but thankfully nothing hyper-urgent, nothing that’d been left for me by colleagues.

Just in itself, that’s really quite a novel experience – I’m still used to coming back to a world full of shit, and essential things that’ve been left for a week already. So a positive experience of returning from holiday for pretty much the first time ever.

This is A Good Thing.


Return of Psycho Cat

While we were away, we had someone else looking after House, Psycho Cat and Chickens. She brought her own dog and Psycho Cat hated it, so it turned out that Psycho Cat stayed over at one of our neighbours.

It’s been one of the things about the road we now live in, that all the houses seem to be some kind of dormitory for cats – we regularly have visits from the neighbour’s cats, and Psycho Cat goes round there. In the run of eight houses I think there’s four that have cats, and they all seem to get on OK. (There’s at least one feral bastard around who tries to impose himself too, but in general that hasn’t been successful) So while we were away Psycho Cat has been at the neighbour’s place, and hasn’t been seen at home at all.

I went round to the neighbour’s place yesterday to let them know we’re back, and that it was fine to throw him out.

He’s returned today and is deeply deeply pissed off. He’s checking around the house to see if the other dog’s around, and generally making more noise than is usual, even for Psycho Cat. Hopefully he’ll have calmed down a bit by tonight.


Panels

Yesterday we got another couple of fence panels painted – only about another 85 to go. (We started off with 97 to do, and it’s a shitty boring job, but it’s going slowly)

One fence panel, half done and you can see the difference

One fence panel, half done

The wood is very dry, so it’s sucking in the treatment as soon as it’s applied. Probably means we’ll need to do a second coat at some point, but I need to get the lot done first.


Customer Perception

For some reason these anti-depressants also seem to be turning me into some kind of  altruistic do-gooder. Pretty scary stuff.

Mind you, in this case I’m pretty sure I’d have dealt with it regardless, but there we go.

Anyway, in this particular instance I was at the till in the local Sainsbury’s, and behind me was an old couple, one in a wheelchair with one of the disabled trolley things on the front. They were having serious issues with getting the stuff from the trolley onto the till belt, so I offered to help them. It embarassed the woman a bit I think, to be seen as “needing assistance”, but still I did help, and got it all done with them.

The bit that pissed me off though is that this particular till was the one where the till “supervisor” stands, and at the time there were three members of Sainsbury’s staff at that position, along with the useless sack of shit known as a security guard. All three of the staff had looked at the old couple, seen they were having problems, and ignored them. Cue the red mist.

Once I was done, I got the till supervisor over, and really gave him a bollocking. I don’t know if it’ll have any effect, but I think it got through to him pretty clearly that I was deeply pissed off, that it was incredible for three staff (plus a useless lump) to watch that couple and do nothing, and for it to end up with another customer helping them out instead of the staff doing it.


Goatee

Over the week away, I grew a goatee beard. I had one years ago and it kind of suited me, but ended up making me look rather Satanic – it grew into a total point, and was cool but A Bad Thing. Well, it seemed to scare other people, anyway. I liked it.

Time goes by though, and this time the goatee was at least one-third grey, which I hated. I don’t mind having grey hair – my mum was totally grey by the time she was the age I am now, so I always knew it’d happen, and it doesn’t bother me. But I hate grey eyebrow hairs, and felt the same about the grey bits in the goatee.

So it’s not going to stay this time. In fact it’s gone already. I suspect it won’t be back, because I totally refuse to go with the “Just for Men” look.