Well I've been well and truly jibbed at work.
Bearing in mind that I took the job at the bottom of the ladder as a break to get de-stressed after four years at Uni, and a way of paying debts off quicker than being sat on the dole (Plus I'd seen every Scooby Doo that's been made, most of them twice), you can imagine how happy I am at the prospect of taking on any responsibility that could lead to stress.
Well "the Project" was presented to me as a way of finding out a bit more about what actually goes on in my office, and something good to put on my competence sheet when promotion time comes around. Fair enough I thought, it'll come in handy and I've got loads of time to do it in.
Beginning of last week, one of my bosses says that he's got to make a presentation on it at some big conference or other the following Thursday, so can he have the report by Wednesday please?
OK, so I work my arse off on it (well everything is relative after all), and write a pretty damned good report.
The whispers started on Thursday. What was I doing next Thursday (for various reasons I've been out of the office a lot recently)? I was in. Ah, well they're trying to pull a few strings to get me into the conference to watch the presentation. Fine by me, I've never been one to turn down time out of the office.
By lunchtime though it was a totally different story, by which time the quiet, easy day had been replaced with a terrifying one. Yes, muggins here had to make the presentation. In front of the Regional Director, he who is second-in-command. Oh yeah, and Chris, I assume you can use Power Point.
I can't use Power Point. Never used it before in my life. Think of me on Thursday morning will you? Cheers.
Chris March