Flux at capacity

It can be rather unsettling this change malarky.

There you are merrily going about your business, when suddenly the curve balls start coming at you (admittedly, I loaded the ball machine on a couple of these) and for a little while, it feels like they won’t stop and no matter how quickly or often you swing the bat, you just can’t seem to knock any out of the park*. So it seems to be at present, both in the life personal and working.

My head has been all over the place of late, with the unfortunate side effect of my mouth running ahead of my brain, so it was with some trepidation that I approached today’s meeting with the new big boss. We got through it and he seemed to enjoy his time with us, but I was conscious that in my nervousness I was maybe making a few too many jokes as a cliched cover for the imposter syndrome - I wasn’t really going to throw a chair through the window if he hadn’t apologised for the new owner’s performance to date…

My boss (and dare I say, good friend), recently diagnosed with Parkinson’s, was initially looking to cease work at the end of this month, but has now opted to try and push through until the end of year. I saw him today, he was looking gaunt and said that he was taking 26 pills a day to keep him going. I don’t know how he is upright, let alone well enough to continue working at the level he does whilst remaining the sharpest and most compassionate guy in the room. Selfishly, I am dreading his departure. He’s one of the good ones.

A close colleague (and dare I say, friend), annoyed with how our new owners have behaved, has handed in his notice, which means that I’ll miss him, but will also be cleaning up after him before having a proverbial fight in a year’s time, when his covenant expires and he comes back in for his clients. 

On the plus side, we think that another close colleague has kicked cancer’s butt, so that was nice to hear and prompted a few eyes to glisten around the table.

He also hand the line of the day when asking “have you got efficacy cover on those missiles?” 

Maybe you had to be there?

Anyway, on my way out this morning, I quickly snapped the acers in the outdoor bathtub as I thought they were turning a gorgeous colour. Some changes can be quite beautiful…


*first and last attempt at a baseball analogy, I promise.