End of 16 hour day. Shattered. Am in random hotel in Basingstoke for next three days with Bid Team who are handing over to the Transition Team. It’s been a day of jargon and acronyms, whiteboards and post-it notes, incredibly complex technical bits, all fuelled by the shittest coffee in the known universe. Much of the solution has not been detailed. IT guys and Operations guys have not had the opportunity to join up their parts until today. There are a pile of risks that have been loosely defined. And I love this bit! At the start, when it’s all madness and blockages and no one has the answer. A room full of clever people who have been around long enough to know everything can be worked through. Or at least where the best place to hide the bodies.
The most joyous part of the whole day was realising for the first time in over 10 years of doing this, that I didn’t feel like a phony. I wasn’t even a weeny bit concerned that I wasn’t in the right place. Maybe it was the soundtrack to my morning? I look back on all that I have learnt, the pieces of work I have been a part of, and I feel like I’m finally doing what I want to be when I grow up.
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Seriously. DYING. Do I have to wait a whole MONTH to find out? You are such a tease.
Friendly tip: If the coffee sucks, try sniffing the whiteboard markers instead.
What have you done to deserve being in Basingstoke?
So glad you’re doing what you love. Many people never do. Enjoy the rest of the time in your random hotel.
xo
from a SITS girl, I am glad your job does that for you. I feel the same sastisfaction when I teach.
Sounds like fun! ps – Scott Adams is my hero.