My new boss is getting into settled into his new position and my job just got a whole lot busier. He has a more "hands off" approach than the last guy. This is wonderful news for me because I don't like to be micro-managed. Just tell me what you want from me and when you want it and leave me alone. I'm scared too though. What if it turns out I've just been fooling everyone for the past five years and it turns out that I'm really not up to the challenge?
It reminds me of the following Shel Silverstein poem (a favorite from my childhood that I am now attempting to pass on to Rebecca),
Whatif from the book "A Light in the Attic" (1981)
Last night, while I lay thinking here,
some Whatifs crawled inside my ear
and pranced and partied all night long
and sang their same old Whatif song:
Whatif I'm dumb in school?
Whatif they've closed the swimming pool?
Whatif I get beat up?
Whatif there's poison in my cup?
Whatif I start to cry?
Whatif I get sick and die?
Whatif I flunk that test?
Whatif green hair grows on my chest?
Whatif nobody likes me?
Whatif a bolt of lightning strikes me?
Whatif I don't grow tall?
Whatif my head starts getting small?
Whatif the fish won't bite?
Whatif the wind tears up my kite?
Whatif they start a war?
Whatif my parents get divorced?
Whatif the bus is late?
Whatif my teeth don't grow in straight?
Whatif I tear my pants?
Whatif I never learn to dance?
Everything seems well, and then
the nighttime Whatifs strike again!
2 comments:
I work with a doc that micromanages. It drives nails through me. Given the most critical patient, I could run circles around him... all the while blotting sweat from his brow. lol.
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