Can I have my moment, please?

Exercising my inner-Marvellian, writing exhausted missives in the dark.

At work, we’ve just ‘unveiled’ a new course – the Global MBA. It’s probably the most ambitious we’ve ever attempted in our illustrious history.

As the institution’s copywriter, it’s made life challenging for several months. It’s one of many courses and one of many priorities. But obviously the intensity level ramped up during the month of October.

The upshot is that our programme webpages, our new microsite, and the course prospectus were all due on the same day – 1st November. That’s been my evenings and weekends for most of the past month.

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Short Sitedness

At 18 pages, the microsite is a hearty effort. By our standards of design and presentation, it’s a strong effort.

I wrote it. I’ve rewritten lots of it, as things changed or as initiative took hold. Our Web Manager designed and shaped it.

There’s been some feedback here and there. But it’s been jointly credited to six teams in the organisation, plus the university providing academic content for the programme.

This isn’t meaning to sound bitter. And if it does, it’s for my own incapacities. I just think that’s a little unfair.

I’m not after a name-check. But for the nights I’ve stayed long after everyone else has gone, I had hoped not to feel so empty from it all. That’s disappointing.

Small World, Big Hearts

A few nights ago, I bumped into a colleague on my way home – about 8:30pm. She was off to the cinema with her partner. “Where’ve you been?” she asked.

I’m not even sure what I said in reply. If someone assumes you’ve been out for drinks or dinner, it’s quite shameful to admit that you’ve just left work.

That moment epitomises so much about human priority. Ordinary, decent people have balance – their partners, their dates, their holidays, their spa retreats, their lives, their moments. They work to live.

Me? I guess I live to work. I even call it my marriage. Whether I’m in love with it or at war with it, I am bound by oath to ensure that it’s done.

The Crumbs of Comfort

The job I’m in is expanding. It now has me stretched just about as far as I will go.

In many respects, I cannot complain. It’s my choice to make that my life priority. It’s not always what I’ve wanted or dreamt about, but it’s making the best out of what I have to offer.

I don’t expect people to share that priority, nor to understand it. I can only hope that I find the levels of accomplishment or the crumbs of reward for that ‘marriage’ that everybody else finds from the way they choose to live their lives.

People need goals in life – great or small. If they don’t, it’s because they’re past caring. The opportunity to get something back for the last few months went begging, which means for now I’m still looking…

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One thought on “Can I have my moment, please?

  1. I get this. We’ve even discussed the reality (based on studies) that most people prefer recognition at work over gifts, money, etc. I am one of those people who prefers to be called out for a job well done when I’ve made exceptional personal sacrifice to meet deadlines and exceed expectations. However, collective accolades seem to be the norm with most businesses–mine included–a “politically correct” action designed to not hurt anyone else’s feelings. Hang in there.

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