Got to work early again. Didn’t stop for a coffee en route.
10:12, boss appeared beside my desk, “Can we chat when you’ve got a moment?”
“Absolutely. I’m free right now?”
He pointed to his office, then walked off. I followed him in. He closed the door.
“That report you sent over was excellent. Really sharp thinking.”
I said, “Thanks, glad it was what you were looking for.”
He chuckled politely, like I’d told a joke.
“It’s more than that, you’re incredible. A superstar. We’ve got a new project kicking off, and I think you’d be the perfect person to lead it. Interested?”
Poker face. Told him I’d be happy to have a look.
He sat back and looked at his screen. Clicked his mouse with force.
Is that good or bad? He stood quickly. I followed. Then we shook hands like we’d agreed on something.
“One last thing. What happened on Friday?”
Poker face. Told him I had a little cold. Nothing serious.
“All better now?”
“Fighting fit!” I did a little shadow punch and Ali shuffle.
“Good stuff. Just let someone know next time.”
Back at my desk, a calendar invite pinged into my inbox: “Project Awesome Lead: Jolon Fairweather.”
Reread it. And again. Replied to accept formally.
Went to get that coffee.
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When I got home, I didn’t turn on the lights right away. The flat was unchanged. I wasn’t.
It’s no big deal, I know. Still got into bed with my shoes on.
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I hope this is the start of better things for Jolon (or maybe I don’t. 😁)