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May. 21st, 2005 12:59 amThings went mostly well yesterday, with one snag.
I spent a good chunk of the morning getting my TDY orders ready since I'll be up in Omaha, NE next week. Had to grease the skids enough to get the orders done because I'm already scheduled to depart Sunday evening and be up in Omaha Monday afternoon. (Those of you in the area, hope you're taking notes... I'll be there through Friday evening).
The snag was that my squadron commander told me that he hadn't heard anything about my TDY... and admittedly, since he's the boss, he should know when anyone in the unit goes TDY. But that's a political game that I really don't intend to play, especially since I found out about it at nearly the last minute.
Still, though, I've found that talking to the boss is intimidating enough that I'll let things slip that I didn't intend to... and of course, like a hawk, he'll latch onto those slips. I guess the only real consolation I have is that he's leaving in a couple weeks, but I have no idea what his replacement will be like.
And to protect myself, as well as the party in question, I'm deliberately not mentioning any names.
Got a good pep talk from one of the other captains that I work with... she told me not to get flustered when talking to the boss, that there really wasn't anything he could really do to torpedo my career (which is mostly true, but I'm not going into details about the parts that aren't true) since he was pretty much out the door already, and that even if I was being under-appreciated, I was cranking out some good work, which hasn't gone unnoticed, at least not locally.
I'm not taking any credit for the quality of work that's done.... rather, I feel spiritually blessed with that gift. One thing I have to keep telling myself is that in this kind of situation, it's not about me.
But to put everything in a nutshell: administratively I'm ready to fly out Sunday, but still gotta do some packing. Oy...
I spent a good chunk of the morning getting my TDY orders ready since I'll be up in Omaha, NE next week. Had to grease the skids enough to get the orders done because I'm already scheduled to depart Sunday evening and be up in Omaha Monday afternoon. (Those of you in the area, hope you're taking notes... I'll be there through Friday evening).
The snag was that my squadron commander told me that he hadn't heard anything about my TDY... and admittedly, since he's the boss, he should know when anyone in the unit goes TDY. But that's a political game that I really don't intend to play, especially since I found out about it at nearly the last minute.
Still, though, I've found that talking to the boss is intimidating enough that I'll let things slip that I didn't intend to... and of course, like a hawk, he'll latch onto those slips. I guess the only real consolation I have is that he's leaving in a couple weeks, but I have no idea what his replacement will be like.
And to protect myself, as well as the party in question, I'm deliberately not mentioning any names.
Got a good pep talk from one of the other captains that I work with... she told me not to get flustered when talking to the boss, that there really wasn't anything he could really do to torpedo my career (which is mostly true, but I'm not going into details about the parts that aren't true) since he was pretty much out the door already, and that even if I was being under-appreciated, I was cranking out some good work, which hasn't gone unnoticed, at least not locally.
I'm not taking any credit for the quality of work that's done.... rather, I feel spiritually blessed with that gift. One thing I have to keep telling myself is that in this kind of situation, it's not about me.
But to put everything in a nutshell: administratively I'm ready to fly out Sunday, but still gotta do some packing. Oy...
