i’ve promised myself that i’d work only from 8 to 5. within those nine hours, work is top priority. this restriction was placed upon myself in order to save my sanity.
doesn’t seem to be working though.
this self-imposed rule may have given me more hours to do other things, but even now as i sit at home in front of my pc, i still feel there are many things that could’ve gone better. many things that i could’ve planned properly. many things that i didn’t have to promise. many things that i shouldn’t need to think about.
i can’t make everyone happy. i am only one person. i must request for assistance. and i have.
and it comes in the form of an assistant.
an assistant who can’t do programming.
an assistant who doesn’t like to do programming.
an assistant older than me.
and i have no right to complain, it seems. i’m not even supposed to do programming. i’m supposed to rely on the understaffed pool of programmers.
and there aren’t any young ‘uns available, after all.
it’s time to be more assertive.
it’s time to forget about respecting the elderly.
it’s time to delegate.
it’s time to learn to say no.
it’s time to become a manager. without the extra fringe benefits.
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