Wonderland
It's been a tumultuous bunch of weeks here in Wonderland. I haven’t been able to have a quiet thought, or give two minutes to ranting about it.
Two more project managers packed up and left, and one was let go. Still the same horrendous amount of work, with the same impossible drop dead dates, and no plan to back-fill the vacated positions.
I work on very high profile special projects. Not short bus special; but high visibility reporting to “C” level douche-nozzles. You know, the projects that have all the special issues of “if not completed on time, the company will not make security compliance or federal compliance or the hair will fall off the CIO’s left sack, if not done NOW!
To add insult to injury, my so called director intimated that maybe I shouldn't claim more than forty hours per week. Sure, that will happen, when I see a flock of pigs zooming past my third floor window! I'd love to put in only forty hours per week, but if I did, that drop dead date would go whizzing by my head like shots from a drive by shooting gone bad. So to get just the absolutes done I'm doing almost 60 hours per week. Yeah, I'm billing an ass load of time and making a ton of money, but spending a good amount of it on antacids and aspirin. I think I am beginning to hallucinate…
I can think back in 'the day' when project management was fun. Challenging, but not demeaning, and you'd never have to justify yourself. You were hired because you were a proven professional and the corporation let you to do what you do best.
When something went south in the project, you owned up to it, and when you did pulled the magic rabbit out of your butt and saved the day, the corporation knew about it. How? No horn blowing of course, but a single congratulatory email to the whole team, mentioning the high point of the project. End it with well wishes and the hope that you will work with them again. Add your signature and viola….
