I really hate giving advice, because I mostly stumble through life like a crow chasing shiny things, but if I'm going to put my 2 cents in, when it comes to career, making any choice based on another person's needs or happiness will always lead to feeling unsatisfied. From the situation you describe, you are happier with your choice to change positions. While loyalty to your old boss is admirable, it sounds to me more like empathy on your part than obligation.A little over a year ago I stepped down from a management position — chief of staff at a mid-sized cancer hospital — and transferred to another hospital to do what I’d been meaning to do for some time now.
This week, my old supervisor called.
He wants me back at my previous position.
I thought I was a terrible manager because I chafed at the institutional politics behind resource allocation (we’re part of a federal institute whose head is appointed by and answers directly to the Minister of Health) and at the bad attitude of many colleagues in my old department (equal parts spite, envy and long-established assholery).
Yet I held on to it for two and a half years before passing it on to someone I thought would be ten times the manager I was; older, more respected, more patient, more diplomatic.
He lasted, well, a little over a year.
Turns out resilience is a factor, who knew?
On one hand I have no reason to believe things are any better now. On the other, well... I feel partly to blame for my sucessor’s petering out, and somewhat loyal to my former boss, and I also chafe a bit at certain... differences between myself and my new bosses (80% technical, 20% personal). I think I’m a good soldier but these people and their bone-headedness sometimes get to my nerves.
Old boss, a good friend who’s also a brilliant clinician some ten years my senior, also tried to tempt me with a screed on how the local job market looks bad for practicing clinicians as local heathcare’s undergoing some serious capital concentration right now, with 3 or 4 big players gobbling up everyone and verticalizing everything, and how a career in administration is our last, best hope.
Rings true but I’m not feeling it.
So I’m a bit of a conundrum.
Do what is best for you.So I’m a bit of a conundrum.
Appreciate it, brother.I really hate giving advice, because I mostly stumble through life like a crow chasing shiny things, but if I'm going to put my 2 cents in, when it comes to career, making any choice based on another person's needs or happiness will always lead to feeling unsatisfied. From the situation you describe, you are happier with your choice to change positions. While loyalty to your old boss is admirable, it sounds to me more like empathy on your part than obligation.
You jest but I’d be looking at (slightly) reduced hours, (slightly) higher pay, and enough of our staff gamed or was curious that I did jokingly vow to run a game for them in the meetings room some day. (Great table.) Never did, of course.Of course, if they offer you loads of money, reduced hours and the chance to play RPG games in work, then why say no?
Sad.. How many people died?Mrs. Savage and I were watching a documentary about ramen at 3:30am when I heard a strange racket outside. I thought it was the neighbor fucking around with tools. Then I hear what sounds like a flamethrower over and over. I look outside and the house across the street is on fire. Like, a huge fuckin' blaze. There are three vehicles in the driveway and one of them is already on fire. I'm no firefighter but it's obvious no one in the house is gonna get out alive. I called 911.
Mrs. Savage is only 24 and a little shaken up so we're watching some American Dad and drinking egg nog.
I don't know. I am the sole Caucasian in an Asian-American neighborhood where people keep to themselves and I only talk to one neighbor. A Google search doesn't mention anything about the fire so I am hoping the homeowners were out of town and no one was hurt.Sad.. How many people died?
It’s amazing how times have charged. I grew up in a suburban neighborhood in Indiana and almost everyone in our development (40 houses maybe) knew everyone else or at least had heard of everyone else in the area. Thirty years later, totally different. Before we moved we knew about ten people in our condos out of 90+ units. I could actually start seeing the changes in the 90s in how neighbors interacted with each other.