Person A is n meters (where n is a very small number) away from you but emails you to tell you something/ask you to do some lame chore (like photocopying, emailing someone else)
stupid, right?
but apparently this is what they call 'delegating your job',
and is what bosses/superiors are supposed to do.
i pretty much suck at it, which is why i guess i must have been a bad class rep and secretary (in junior college) or president (in uni) because if it's something i could take less than 5 minutes or very minimal effort to do myself, i wouldn't be bothered to spend 3 minutes (or more in fact) to email someone else to get them to do it. It just doesn't justify.
i also hate it the most when it happens when i have 345678t54345663212567897 things to do (okay so i exaggerate a little) and am rushing a report, and then my associate director asks me to photocopy some invoice and email it to someone, or to ask my boss (i call him boss because he is THE boss, bigger than director) about his preference for the date/location/budget for my manager's farewell party (which i have already emailed him about but he is really too busy to reply), or to request for some proposal number (this is not urgent) from our PR side in UK.
i have nothing against her really (she is awful nice, even gave me an hongbao for CNY), but sometimes i feel like i am overwhelmed with things, and i cannot help but be annoyed at how she keeps harping on less urgent things like wanting me to talk to the Boss about the farewell party when the presentation deck for tomorrow's meeting with the clients haven't even been settled yet?
like geez, like look at what's really important.
i only have like 2 hands, and 1 brain, you know.
:(
sigh.
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at the peak of my stress level today at approximately 1130am the thought of quitting my job actually surfaced in my mind. This is totally unplanned for, unnecessary, and only added to my stress levels. I wanted to cry out loud and bury my head into the 3quid-only thick white knit scarf i had bought from h&m recently when i was in London. Powerpoint crashed, excel crashed, the report wasn't done, a dozen emails still not sent, invoice not photocopied, proposal number not requested, blah blah blah. Okay so it was like just 11.30 am but still.
However, now at 7.19pm, alone in the office and continuing charting for the rest of the country reports (not to mention waiting for the tables from the stats guy which he should have sent like n weeks ago)
i am quite sure i am not quiting.
not yet, anyway.
how can i? when everyone is so bloody nice? (and also that i can wake up at 8am, ah, bliss)
god, are they even human?
amazingly i got by the day without eating even a single crunch ice cream.
I even decided last minute (at like 12.59) to take the bus to Bugis to get my film developed-
it was a bit of a on-the-spur-of-the-moment decision. It always takes me approximately 1 hour to go there, deposit the films and get back, and i had to walk like super fast to the bus stop and brisk walk from the stop to the film shop and back but buying back lunch to the office and charting through my whole dreary lunch hour just did not appeal to me, so i did it, grabbed my stuff and went.
Made it back in time, and even managed to have time to buy green tea latte (oh bliss! i suspect that was what smoothed my anxiety)
oh, the highs and lows of working life.
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