I work for a non-profit.
It's a good job for me but sometimes it's badly run.
oh my stars.....it is a business woman.
A few months ago, my boss noted a decline in a financially important element of the organization; the result being that the organization has less money to work with than budgeted. He decided to change some to our projections and procedures so that we could balance out the money lost and stay on budget. He explained this in monthly reporting for several months in a row, the director approved it, we moved forward with this plan. Yay.
Yesterday afternoon he struck up a conversation with me, complaining that word had come down from the gods on high that we shouldn't have adjusted these projections to maintain the budget - the projections were more important. Moreover of the two head-men for the organization, the head of our department said to protect the projections, and the head of the organization said to protect the budget. One or the other, guys.
I was actually really flattered that he'd turn to me and speak so openly about his concerns and frustrations. It feels nice to have your boss turn to you as a friend and as an equal.
That nice feeling maybe overshadowed the sense of doom that I should have felt.
He didn't think about it. I didn't think about it.
But we had an evening event scheduled for tonight, based wholly on our adjusted projections and the result. ....So I came in today planning to spend the day preparing for that event....but instead had a conference call and then a series of frantic emails and phone calls with approximately 30 people to cancel the event, and setting private appointments with a small handful, some of whom I met with this afternoon.
Surprise!
The good news is I got home at 6pm rather than 9:30. The bad news is that that means I don't have a half-day on Friday. The worse news is that I keep thinking today is Friday. It is not.
It's a good job for me but sometimes it's badly run.
oh my stars.....it is a business woman.A few months ago, my boss noted a decline in a financially important element of the organization; the result being that the organization has less money to work with than budgeted. He decided to change some to our projections and procedures so that we could balance out the money lost and stay on budget. He explained this in monthly reporting for several months in a row, the director approved it, we moved forward with this plan. Yay.
Yesterday afternoon he struck up a conversation with me, complaining that word had come down from the gods on high that we shouldn't have adjusted these projections to maintain the budget - the projections were more important. Moreover of the two head-men for the organization, the head of our department said to protect the projections, and the head of the organization said to protect the budget. One or the other, guys.
I was actually really flattered that he'd turn to me and speak so openly about his concerns and frustrations. It feels nice to have your boss turn to you as a friend and as an equal.
That nice feeling maybe overshadowed the sense of doom that I should have felt.
He didn't think about it. I didn't think about it.
But we had an evening event scheduled for tonight, based wholly on our adjusted projections and the result. ....So I came in today planning to spend the day preparing for that event....but instead had a conference call and then a series of frantic emails and phone calls with approximately 30 people to cancel the event, and setting private appointments with a small handful, some of whom I met with this afternoon.
Surprise!
The good news is I got home at 6pm rather than 9:30. The bad news is that that means I don't have a half-day on Friday. The worse news is that I keep thinking today is Friday. It is not.
northron:
Lovely suit. The flower pictures in Something Beautiful are utterly amazing.
