Work started out rough today. The past week or so was filled with needless wheel spinning that had me on the brink of issuing an ultimatum to my boss along the lines of "either you give all that colleague's projects to someone else, or I'm out."
Yeah, it was that bad. I otherwise love my job.
I was justifiably about to lose my mind over the whole flipping thing today, even though I knew and understood the circumstances that made it difficult for my co-worker. (He's still kind of new to the team and a little uncertain about what he's expected to know and what he's not expected to know. We've all been there.)
The simple resolution involved him reaching out to his manager and scheduling a meeting. But he was reluctant to "bother" his boss. Reluctant like a kid grabbing the door frame and screaming while you try to push him through the classroom door.
I was completely out of ways to convince him that the thing couldn't proceed unless he put on his big boy panties.
Things did eventually get sorted, he set the necessary meeting with his boss, and his boss was perfectly pleasant. But this resolution came only after the colleague had insulted me for "not bringing this to his attention earlier" and cutting me off when I attempted to remind him that I had brought it to his attention already.
"Well, I did bring this..." I started. It was not an apology nor an admission of guilt. But he totally took it that way because it suited him to.
"Oh, well. It's okay. We'll just push forward from here for now."
Though I didn't get an apology from the actual source of my frustration, my boss did apologize after the final meeting, acknowledging that it had taken a little too long to get me what I needed. (A couple of days in, I had to ask for her assistance to get the issue sorted.)
So I'm putting the frustration behind me now and focusing on how good it feels to have a clear path forward. But damn.
