Shell out

So I’ve been preoccupied with work and trying to get out of my figurative shell there. I actually had a physical shell I made for a party last year, but when I went to get it I discovered that the bottom of it was all mouldy, so I went to clean it off with bleach and ruined the shell and my pants.

True story!

So yeah. Work is great. I love my job. It was really tricky getting into the swing of it though. The girl I job share with works in *the exact opposite* way to me. She’s exuberant and radiates confidence and gets in there and does it while I’m sitting in the corner in my shell pondering the best way to go about doing it, and by the time I’ve thought about it the job’s been done and everyone is looking at me like “WTF, why did we hire you?”

I mean, it’s not bad; it's just not excellent.

But we did do these Team Management Profile things. I’m the Creator Innovator, which basically means I like thinking. It also said, “Surprise, Sam hates making decisions”. It turns out that my inability to make decisions comes from a compulsion to have *all* the information before feeling ready to draw a conclusion. I mean, *all* the information? Really?

So many meetings later we have all learnt to accept how incredibly flawed I am and we don’t mention it any more.

But it’s okay. I’m doing much better now. It seems having to throw out my old shell (and pants) might be the best thing to ever happen to me :)