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12th December, 2023
Transformational Tuesday. Sort of. Woke up with a nagging thought. A good, wishful, almost audacious thought.
What if I applied for my boss’a position?
I mean, here’s the lowdown: it’s vacant, it’s a serious promotion, limited competition, decent pay raise, suited to my skill set, and helluva additional responsibilities. The last day for the application is tomorrow — so am gonna spend some of today feeling and querying the internal stakeholders. Let’s see.
Work went well, all things considered. Flat white tasted delicious too. The ride home was mental: soaked through all my layers, thanks to a torrential downpour in east London. Arrived earlier than usual, spend longer than usual getting out of my soaking oxfords. Aced my last couple of calls and then ran outside the apartment to help my cousin park — he drove down from Manchester, so the least I could do I suppose.
The Mrs has cooked up gorgeous dal tadka and a spicy, tangy chicken curry. She then shares her tuppence: I should stop dilly-dallying, and just apply for the role. What’s the worst that could happen?
True, I suppose. I do have my usual doubts and fear of success and impostor syndrome. Nothing new there. I ponder all these as I drift into a slightly cathartic sleep.
Till the morrow.
