Yesterday was the bus, today the chipper-shredder.
My work situation is peculiar, in that I am clearly and vocally valued highly, and yet everyone seems obsessed on finding the most gruesome ways to describe my death. It is clear that everyone is concerned that I am the linch-pin holding this web broadcast together.
And it is true – no one in our organization (and few in our parent company) know how to do what I do.
It is a difficult situation for me – I find myself constantly resetting the expectations of people who believe that A) it is not a full-time job, B) it can be simultaneously done and taught to someone else, and C) can be indoctrinated in a one-day session.
Anyone who directly works with me at work knows, at least, that it is more than a full-time job at our staff levels. I don’t take lunches anymore, and I almost always work some time off the clock.
I just feel strange when people are complimenting me and simultaneously talking about my death.
You died and I missed the announcement?
Not yet! But they are awfully concerned about what might happen if I do.
Your not alone, my co-workers are always discussing what would happen if I met a timely demise via unusual means and praying it doesn’t happen at the same time.
Ask for a raise. Tell them it’s so that you can buy life insurance.
Perhaps you should start negotiating a raise.