Early Morning Musings

 It's close to one a.m. Things are progressing.

Fuck Google. 


One week left at the City. It's been a ride these past 4 years, and I have learned so much. I had, in my professional career, never had a position where I was a rank and file member of a team. I started in a leadership position and there I remained, until I came to the City. [I came over when the interim LR Director, asked me to come work for her.] It was a mitzvah on her part, she knew I was being driven insane at the antics at King County Metro. It was a kindness I didn't deserve, and I will forever be in her debt.] She left a few months after I arrived, and my intent was to apply for the directorship position. It was a terribly toxic place, in fact the interim left for just that reason. I assumed the interim position when she departed, and formally applied when the position opened. I was the only name in contention. No one got back to me. No one. I cajoled, pushed, questioned. Nothing. Ultimately, I withdrew my name from consideration, and remained as interim for a few more months. 

When a new director was hired, I became a  member of the team reporting to her, and there I stayed through 3 directors. I found being on the team one of the best experiences of my career. We are a high functioning team and have been through so much adversity, through changes in nayoral and LR leadership, Covid-19, contract bargaining, CHOP,  the homelessness crisis, staffing shortages, police misconduct, and on and on and on. . . 

In my next supervisory role, I will be more humble, more appreciative of the needs of my tteam.

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Work is insanely busy, as I wrap up the loose ends of my existing work. People are so kind, and I will miss working with the departments and the people, the unions, mgmt, and my team.

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The weekend approaches. I have so much to write about, and will do so as soon as I have time. The 🐕 🐕 will wake me up in less than 4 hours, so I need to circle the wagons.


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