Right Choice?

Life is made up of choices. Have I made the right choices? Lately I don't think some were so wise.

The biggest one dragging me down right now is my role at work. Not my company, not the people I work with, but the actual role. When I posted for the position, I was not leaving one I didn't like. I was posting for the opportunity to move to the other side of business -- strategy. I needed to get away from tatical day to day activities. One thing I knew I did not want, at all, was to be a project manager. There is nothing wrong with being a project manager - it's a good job. It's just not me.

Guess what I am? That's right, you win the prize, I am a project manager. Sigh. OK, so I step outside my comfort zone and tell my boss. She understands and is trying to do something. That was a while ago. I have a new boss. He doesn't quite understand - though he's starting to (hmmm, maybe rolling my eyes when he said this is a great opportunity may have been too strong). Is anything done yet? No. Typical corporate red tape -- too many resources, not enough money, wait for the re-org. I've heard them all.

In the meantime, I argue with myself to go to work each day. My boss should really be happy my family raised me right. So I go to work. I feel sad, angry, frustrated, burnt out (getting crispy now), tired (oh, so tired) and demotivated. Do I blame the company? my boss? No. It was my decision, my choice. At least this is one I can do something about. Just got to figure out exactly what to do.