There is quite the revolving door of staff at work lately. Every Friday sees farewell drinks of some kind and some very close friends are about to make their exits. It is a tough position to be in personally as it leaves more for the old hands to pick up, more of our hard earned collective knowledge walks out the door and everything slows down while the new kids come up to speed on just how to get things done.
Since November last year, 1/3 of my team have left the company, 1/3 have transferred within it and that just leaves 1/3 sticking it out. In anyone’s book that is pretty high turnover and I lay awake at night wondering if I will be left holding the baby.
So now I have someone tapping me on the shoulder and asking me to move too.
It’s a shift job and with it comes a 45% loading which seems pretty good. It’s an area I am pretty good at with a few people I quite like. It’s also considered a really shitty and high pressure job – for the duration of your shift – then you handover and go home.
Which is where my over-burdened sense of responsibility kicks in and I feel guilty about abandoning a place I helped to set up. So much of the current structure was put together by me and I want to make sure it succeeds. Is it my ego that makes me think without me the whole thing may struggle?
The thing that worries me most about my ability to do the new job is my ability to sleep. I am the lightest sleeper in the house with the slightest thing waking me up and keeping me up. The cat is banned from my area of the house as she jingles through the night with her collar. Even one of the girls turning over in the other room can rouse me. I’m not sure I’m capable of getting through the day trying to sleep.
Perhaps I will let inertia make the decision for me.