I was called in to the room today to discuss some work I was going to be doing on behalf of one of my bosses. It was just drudge work, and I knew it — but it was necessary, and the attention to detail required would mean I would be bogged down for many days. It’s extremely exhausting going through document after document and trying your darndest to determine if said documents were provided in good faith.
There was an argument about my involvement yesterday, but not the sort I would have fancied, really. It was over whether I really should be helping out. And that’s mostly because at this point in time, I feel like I’m snowed under a tonne of work. Fortunately, that argument was between my bosses, so I prefered not to get in the middle of things. I am currently carrying out some management work on behalf of one of my bosses, and that involves daily monitoring of some… duties. It’s not popular, and no one wants to do it, but I’ve found myself dragooned into it somehow.
My operations manager laid out the tasks he wanted me to perform, and typically enough did not ask me if I was up to the challenge, but just told me to get myself prepared for it. The idea of being prepared for shit isn’t something I fancy very much at all, and I wanted to tell him so. But I knew he needed help; he was just promoted to his post and was still trying to get a handle of his new position and all the responsibilities it entailed. Over the past few weeks, I was begining to feel that he was cracking under the pressure. He told me straight to my face that he was about to fly apart, so I suppose I was confirmed in my suspicions.
It doesn’t help that he’s become a close friend — we all are, that’s the way our branch works.
So, basically, I can’t say no. And now I’m apparently supposed to carry out editing work (which is the shitnitz, to be honest). I suppose they have plans for me, and it’s a real ego boost to know that, especially since I’ve been manhandled for the past few years — everybody has. I’ll admit publicly that I’m scared, though. In my line of work, a person who isn’t scared of the prospect of litigation for each and every case we deal with is either 1) insane or 2) stupid, and there are limits to my insanity. :0
I was surprised that another, more productive, colleague wasn’t asked to do something similar, and it had frustrated me to no end: I didn’t want to ‘carry the baby’ alone, and I didn’t want to exclude him. He, however, will have to be doing quite a large bit of travelling and might face being posted to another branch for a few weeks: the both of us actually.
On top of that, the examinations are about 2 months away now. I’ve got a bit of a handle on the law paper that’ll be coming up soon, but I’ve just had to change a particular module today and will be receiving books on the same tomorrow evening or so. And that means crunch time each night.
I think I’ll have to be making shorter posts each night on this blog. It’s become a stress-reliever of sorts, and that’s a good thing. In the meantime, it’s sleep; I’ll have to try to be in office by 6.30am tomorrow just to get shit done before the actual workday starts.
