the rooster bites

finally caught up. it’s real time! we’re back in the present, are we not?

quick, check your watch. what time is it? are we synchronized? if not, wind that sucker up!

back from paris and finally awake, i try to ease myself back into the stream of things, only to check my work email on sunday night and find out that my boss has turned in his resignation.

holy shit.

i’ll tell you right now. despite what industry pundits tell you, change is not good. you don’t want change. you can manage change, you can adapt to change, you can try and prepare for change, but change is not good in itself. the new situation can end up being better, but until you’re there, you don’t know. the change itself isn’t good.

to wit: i love my boss. ok, not in a personal creepy sort of way, but in a “he helps me out when i need it but otherwise leaves me the hell alone” sort of way. which is an excellent way for a boss to be. much better than the “send me status reports every day so i know what you’re doing” or “you can do whatever you want, but i’ll never recognize any of your efforts so let’s just leave you at the same level as you’ve been for the last umpteen years” sort of ways.

what does the future bring? who knows? his boss is now my boss for the forseeable future. again, not bad, but not immediately good. they’re interviewing for the position (which, again, i don’t want so don’t ask me), and i heard a rumor that one of the people they’re interviewing is the old boss of the new guy on my account. which isn’t bad. but could be trouble. if that happens, how long am i still viewed as the go-to guy on the account? i’m not losing sleep over it, but something to be wary of, at least.

i remember that my stylist carolyn warned me about all of this. she said that since it’s now the year of the rooster, i, being of the taurus-dog persuasion, would have a difficult work year. something about the rooster liking hard work. and as i don’t seem to really like very hard work, you immediately see the problem right there.

beware of the rooster. and let the ‘pecking order’ jokes begin.

Posted at March 18, 2005 2:15 PM