…sometimes when it looks easy it’s not necessarily as easy as it looks :-)
It’s been two months since I started the new job at the State Library of NSW (SLNSW). It’s fab; it feels like the right move. I say this despite a week which was both my best and worst…I managed to be half an hour late for a major quarterly meeting. The meeting invites were sent out prior to my joining the library and everyone had assumed I knew about it as it was so major. Consequently I spent the morning upset and on the verge of tears. Yet, it was resolved amicably with apologies all round; I went home feeling at ease. So too, I’m starting to get to grips with the systems I’m responsible for, big and complex beasties that they are. I was actually able to engage in meaningful conversations around them. My command of the detail is small but I’m developing a sense of the bigger picture.
Having a new person on team is hard all round and it’s the same in any new job; I’d forgotten that at Gale it took me several months to get on to major internal distribution lists. It took a year, or longer to feel at home, to adjust to the new workplace. At SLNSW, I tried to cram it into 6 weeks – I went hard knowing that at least I had two weeks holiday lined up in WA for weeks 7 and 8. I almost didn’t make it. Post holiday, I need to be a bit more realistic. The job change was sudden: finishing at Gale on the Friday, starting at SLNSW on the Monday. The new folk have been supportive; keen to ensure that they don’t push me too hard, providing a set of professional training wheels.
This week, post holiday, I’ve been missing the old team a lot. After 7 years together we had each other’s measure, we all knew our strengths and weaknesses – a family of sorts. With the new team, most of them don’t know my history and I don’t know their histories. Almost a sense of starting from scratch. The job itself is full of new, whereas I had mastered the old job down to the level of instinct – I could look at an issue and know, before I could the frame words, what the problem was. 6 weeks into the new job, I don’t have 7 years of history to rely on.
For the first time in years, I’m flying by the seat of my pants. Scary and exhilarating, which is as it should be.