Edgar Allan Poe, I couldnāt have put it better myself.
As mentioned in a previous blog entry, I sometimes tend to have a love-hate relationship with my job as Project Manager. On the one hand, Iām learning new things and developing my skills (Iām always told how d*mn efficient and āenergeticā I am)ā¦ while, on the other hand, I have to deal with things that arenāt really my responsibility ā tedious things that are a muddle of delays and confusion due to other peopleās incompetence. Iām all for helping out where I can (and āassistingā with things really means that youāll end up doing everything yourself and be held liable for other peopleās mistakes/ delays, etc. ), but when does it end? When can you say, āOkay, thatās it, Iāve had enough ā I donāt care anymore. Itās Not. My. Problem.ā?
Again: the joys of being a Project Manager.
Maybe if I ignore it, it'll go away...
Itās really enough to drive me insaneā¦ except that I have to try and keep a clear head, thinking things through and coming up with solutions ā thus itās the sanity that starts to feel strange and out of place, since itās quite difficult to gain order and clarity out of āchaosā.
I suppose you have to be a little insane to work in this industry. Iāve never really been ānormalā anyway (are any of us? Ha-ha). Working with crazy deadlines, unreasonable people, stupid computers that act up on you, and feeling that even your best attempts are futile?
Yip, this industry is a veritable insane asylum. And the only way to āescapeā is to find alternative employmentā¦
ā¦not that I believe thereās any cure. If you have an editorially inclined mind, youāll be applying it to everything. Even other peopleās Facebook and Twitter updates!
[The only time appalling grammar is acceptable is when it comes to all those cute LOLcat pictures š ]