I went to work (dread, fear, loathing...) for a half day today. I decided that it was time to talk to my boss about what I've been feeling lately about the job. Especially since my staff came to my one at a time and pretty much stated exactly the same feelings about their jobs. I have to admit I have a great boss. He's an ass, for sure, but a great boss nonetheless. He lets me call him an ass and he calls me an ass and we go on. Yeah, he's one of those kinds of bosses - one you do not have to tip toe around and who completely has your back regardless. So, I like him. Anyway - I told him about my frustrations and general overall yucky feeling about my job and how I was looking to move on but was conflicted about that because I didn't want to move on but how I felt ineffectual and meaningless. (Whew...big breath...but that was about how it all came out.)
He listened, commiserated with me, and then took me to the Executive Director's office where we both went through it all again. In the end, my problem was not solved but I didn't really expect that there was an easy solution. I did make the suggestion that, if it was fiscally possible, we decreased the average caseload size by 5 cases which would give my staff a little breathing room which, in the end, though it wouldn't change the enormous calamity that is the new funding system, it would give them some extra time to start feeling like they are able to get things done. So, my pain and frustration continues but I was able to get something good for my staff. I guess that makes me feel a wee bit better.
1 comment:
that is a good first step amiga. good job.
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