The 8:30 to 1:30 blitz needs a break. I have deadheaded flowers on the deck and turned the worm bin, and had a surprisingly distressing phone call with someone from Meeting.
I was feeling bad about not going into the office yesterday and missing team members, as it looks like my next Tuesday will also keep me at home. Sheesh.
I wrote the following, and ended up tearing up.Sometimes change is hard.
I'm listening to Johnny Cash's 69 concern in San Quentin.
I was feeling bad about not going into the office yesterday and missing team members, as it looks like my next Tuesday will also keep me at home. Sheesh.
I wrote the following, and ended up tearing up.Sometimes change is hard.
Dear Team,
It’s hard for me to tell what changes in my day to day work are due to SCRUM (7 weeks ago-ish) and what changes are due to the reorg (6 weeks ago today). What I do know is that I am more often in meetings all day with folks in [Whale HQ] and that I am coming into the office less. I’m not checking with everyone whether they need to meet and what’s going on for them: the scrum does that for all of us at once. I know I take years and years to start connecting with people personally, and I worry that I may be distant and hard to reach. I wonder at times if I should set up one on one meetings with each of you, and then wonder if the last thing on earth you need is another meeting.
In cube land it’s hard to have an apparent “open door” policy, but I just want to say that I do welcome hearing from you about any concern, especially on days when I’m working from home and in meetings with invisible [Whale HQ] folks. I wish I could say, “lets have lunch” but I’m often in meetings then.
One thing [old boss] and I used to do is go walk around a nearby pond. If you ever want to go for a walk, let me know. If you want to meet regularly, let me know.
And for those of you working on [projects old boss managed], I really hope to pick up there after Q2 planning is complete.
Maybe a team meeting in late July after we recover from Q2 planning?
Thanks for your trust,
[me}
I'm listening to Johnny Cash's 69 concern in San Quentin.