Week from Hell
by Scott Hardie on August 19, 2006
It's my first week as manager, but there's no time for a honeymoon. On Monday, I got zero sleep the night before, and ran on fumes the whole day. Tuesday was spent almost entirely managing a single project and letting other fires burn. On Wednesday, I had to make five people to work with me until ten o'clock at night to finish said project in crisis. On Thursday, we presented said project to the stakeholders feeling proud of ourselves for finishing on time, and they dismissed our rough work and told us not to show it to them until it was finished (ouch). On Friday, I had to fire someone over the project, a guy I really liked. If I'm not around much this weekend, it's because I'm spending it under the covers.
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The creator of Funeratic, Scott Hardie, blogs about running this site, losing weight, and other passions including his wife Kelly, his friends, movies, gaming, and Florida. Read more »
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