This is going to be a rant. If you are not in the mood for rantage tonight, leave off here.
So, like I work for a VERY LARGE organization that has a big-time person at the head of it. I am mentioning no names, suffice to say, one day this person was shaking a former president’s hand and the next day he was standing in my cubicle shaking my hand.
So, like I said, he was standing in my cubicle admiring the general splendor (I’m an artiste and have a lot of artistic things that I make or buy decorating my area). Mr. Big Wig admired something in particular. When I told him that I make them he asked if I could make him one. Sure I said, not a problem.
At that point I asked him who he would like me to deliver it to (mind you, he always has an entourage trailing in his wake) I gestured in the general direction of one of his hangers-on. He told me that he wanted me to contact him directly. I made a joke basically saying, “Oh, I didn’t think that we little people were allowed to contact you directly.” He waved it off and laughed. So basically at this point I had his permission to deal only with him.
My department big boss had a meeting with Mr Big Wig on Tuesday evening. The next morning my dept. boss came directly to my desk, elated, saying that Mr Big Wig loved my “handy work” and wanted me to make another one in a slightly different version. (The things I make are not hard to do and are not expensive) Later on that same day when our department had our staff meeting to discuss my bosses meeting with Mr. Big Wig, my boss mentioned me and held up samples of what I made and everyone seemed so happy for me.
I should have known it was just too good to be true. But wait, there’s more…
This morning I deliver Mr. Big Wigs revised item. He sent me an email (cc-ing my boss and my boss’s boss) about fifteen minutes later, thanking me and saying how wonderful he thought it was, etc, etc.
So, I had my 15 minutes of fame this morning and thought nothing else about it… until lunch time.
My team leader (the person between me and my boss) sent me this passive-aggressive email telling me that in future I need to go through the pecking order. In other words, she meant that I should have gone through her, to our department boss, then to my boss’s boss, who would then deliver my items to Mr. Big Wig.
She must have thought I fell off the turnip truck just yesterday, because remember, I asked Mr. Big Wig how he wanted the delivery handled and he TOLD me to come directly to him.
I emailed her back, spelling out the entire conversation for her, letting her know that I DID do the right thing. When I initally wrote the email, I think I was channeling Darcy a bit, getting all huffy and offended. But cooler heads prevailed and I toned down the email quite a bit.
I just don’t see how I could have handled this any differently. I thought I did the right thing. I have been thinking about this all day. Those of you who work in large places know very well that these small work-place victories can mean so much to us underlings. To go from one minute with just a little recognion to the next being happy to have my work acknowledged… well, you know what I mean.
All this has made me feel rotten. I called my aunt after lunch and explained it to her just to see if she thought I did something wrong. She said that I didn’t. And I really don’t think what I did was all that bad either. I can only narrow it down to jealousy, perhaps. But why be jealous of me? I have one tiny moment in the sun and people who spend “all day in the sun” get jealous of me?
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