The OCD isn’t as bad today. At least not yet. I can feel it slowly increasing as the night gets later, but still nothing like the last few days. I still think it’s the new manufacturer.
I think, in some ways, I took a job above my skill level or, more accurately, quite different from what I’ve done prior and what I was expecting. That’s a good thing. I have an excellent boss, I am constantly learning new things and I’m daily being challenged while also introducing my own tips and techniques in their marketing efforts.
I am the marketing department for the company. We have an outside marketing firm that helps with strategy, but, otherwise, it’s me. My boss is director of sales. This is the first time they’ve had an inside marketer. I enjoyed getting to build marketing efforts up. I’ve done the same thing at most places I’ve worked — built a marketing department or presence from nothing, and usually with far smaller budgets.
My boss has been vocally happy with my work, as has the CEO and others. These opinions make me happy and feel proud of myself and appreciated (which is very important). However, they also make me fear falling flat on my face or in some other way be found out as an imposter here who doesn’t know what he’s doing half the time. But, strangely and surprisingly, I’ve so far seemed pretty decent at this.
It’s a lot of work, though the management strongly promotes a work-life balance — meaning, once you’re off work, you’re off work. I, of course, work far more than forty hours a week. Misty gets sick of me working till nine or so at night. And since so many of people I work closely with are out of the California offices, I tend to get pinged for at least two hours after work ends. But I choose to answer. Unless it’s an emergency, management would say ignore it.
But I want to be ahead of things, not just on top of them. If I’m not, I’ll get flooded, and quality will drastically decrease (and it’s pretty crappy as it is).
Plus, I get to work from home three days a week. It’s a long commute and my boss lives in San Antonio (I rarely see him) so there’s rarely a reason I need to be in the office except to prove to HR and the controller that I do, in fact, still work there. I don’t think the engineers really care. Since I’m older and more experienced than the person they’d expected to hire, the first day at the job, my boss offered me the option of working from home a few days a week. He’s a great guy. Retired Army. So we have the military in common, and he’s just been a great leader and coworker over the three or so months I’ve been at the company. He’ll spot-correct me (rarely), but he also clearly expresses his appreciation and is adamant I work less. I’ve had many good bosses and more than a few awful ones, so I have to give Ted kudos for taking the cake as nicest boss and best leader, if you ask me. He always lets you make your argument for a position — and sometimes you win. To stop gushing, I’m just going to say that I felt like I’d worked there for a year after my first week — in a good way.
Finally, before I sign off, I want to mention the awesome opportunity Misty will hopefully be offered: To work with the U.S. Digital Service to improve technology and bring a different culture to staid bureaucratic agencies. I like to think of them as digital special ops teams inserted into backwards government departments to fight the stodginess and resistance to change in so many of them. Moreover, they work to improve citizens’ interactions with their government. And they report to the president’s chief of staff once a week.
I think it’s an excellent opportunity to work in a very interesting environment with lofty goals and great challenges. Challenges that need creative approaches and, possibly, answers. I’d love to be offered a job there, but I will happily enjoy it vicariously via Misty should she take a position there. (Would likely involve a move to D.C.)
I’d feel like an impostor anyway.