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Journal Red Warrior's Journal: Meet the new boss... 5

Hmmm...
Called into the Boss' office^Wcubicle today. It seems that the agency is creating a new core team (workgroup that supports a business area). It would appear that myself and a coworker are going to be two of the founding members.

No manager hired (or interviewed) yet, no org chart, no real clear mission statement. It will focus on a class of applications [externally facing/available web apps] rather than an agency business area.

But I'll get a cubicle with a window view. Should I be scared that the IT unit (the guys who set up PCs for employees) worker bees know more than my soon to be former manager?

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Meet the new boss...

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  • Wow. (Score:3, Interesting)

    by Talinom ( 243100 ) * on Friday June 02, 2006 @09:00AM (#15453015) Homepage Journal
    Point the first, I hope it becomes a six position and you are the only candidate for the job. :)

    Point the second, if this were Japan you should feel insulted by being given a window seat. We're not there and I have to say window seats rock.

    Point the third, I don't know if I should have pity for your soon to be former manager or not. What do you think?
    • if this were Japan you should feel insulted by being given a window seat

      Why is that?

      And good luck, Red Warrior.
      • I am trying to look it up but can't find anything on it right now. Being given a "window seat" in Japan means that as a worker you are given nothing useful to do, and being productive in Japan is important. Perhaps things have changed.
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