Today saw the return of my boss and the swift removal of the power-crazed swagger I've had for the last couple of weeks.
I have definitely become somewhat accustomed to being in charge (or at least believing that I was). Being called in to meetings that I have never previously been privy to has been an eye-opener. It has also helped massage the old Jose Mourinho-esque ego as it has felt, at times, like my opinion actually matters.
So, today, when called in by one of our Directors, I skipped in to the room thinking that I was now the top dog in town, undoubtedly wanted to solve some problem of critical importance to the future of the company.
The 2 minutes that followed were utterly depressing, as he took me around the main office, showing me various stains on the carpet that require 'taking care of'. Maybe it was a deliberate ploy to put me back in my place.
I think the receptionist of our cleaning company must have thought I needed the samaritans when I called up to report this to them and sort out a date for the cleaning. I struggled to raise a smile for the rest of the day and the thought of what potential deeds await me tomorrow is not filling me with a great deal of joy.
Still, it could be worse. He could have sent me off down Morrisons to get some Vanish in order to do the job myself...
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