I’m getting a bit freaked out by the fact that next year, I’ll actually be managing people at work. I’m sure I’m not the only one that feels like they’re just pretending to be a grown-up, right? I feel like any second someone could realize that I’m just regular me dressed up in a blazer and a backwards top – I got butter on the front and Eric shrunk it in the wash, what was I supposed to do?
In preparation, I’ve been trying to be less of a wuss about having difficult conversations when necessary. Obviously I’m not looking for awkward situations (I find them just fine already, thanks) but when they arise, instead of ignoring it, I’m trying to approach people and be nice, direct, and reasonable – you know, good manager-y.
I was quite pleased with myself today because I was dreading one such chat. Luckily, it went really well – instead of barging into the person’s office and causing drama (not that that would be my normal approach anyways, but you know), I had a friendly and stress-free conversation and cleared up a misunderstanding.
Hopefully, practicing managing up will prepare me for managing down.
