Monday, August 22, 2016

How to Ask for Feedback at Work



Sometimes, most times, we have to work up the nerve to do something that scares us, makes us uncomfortable, takes us even a little bit out of our comfort zone. We ‘psyche ourselves up’, soothe our nerves with encouraging inner dialogue, like “you can do this” and “you’ve got this”.
Something as simple as asking for feedback from a new employer.
It’s not simple. It never is. But being a recent hire at a new company, and knowing that they are conducting ongoing interviews for additional positions, I got the feeling akin to a child knowing that their mom is having a new baby and feeling like they are being pushed out of the way, forgotten, unwanted even.
We all have ongoing inner dialogues in our brains, telling us all sorts of things, some good and helpful and some bad, unhealthy mantras that work to destroy us from the inside out. Why we do this is a study in human psyche, but we don’t always need to know the why, just that it is that way.
How does one ask for feedback without seeming needy and vulnerable? How does one essentially say, “praise me, like me, want me, tell me that I wasn’t a mistake” without sounding exactly like that?
First: Google it. Google tells me everything I need to know. Google says:
Be prepared. Ask your boss in advance for some time to meet and discuss a few things. This request can be in the form of a text or email. Do not elaborate.
Write down different points you would like to bring up. In my case, I wanted general feedback and a sense of how I am doing, being that I am coming up on the 3 month mark. I wanted to know if the company feels that I am adequately doing the job that they hired me to do. I asked for specific areas where I could improve, and brought in my own examples of things that were mentioned in the interview, which I was aware that now that my time was more full, some of it was being neglected.
My boss saw me in the morning and asked me if I was ready to meet with him. I was too nervous, so he told me to let him know when I was ready. I was trying to put my finger on it, that something that was making me anxious and unsettled particularly now, when things were going so well. Last week had been a stressful week, and I began to doubt myself and my abilities, question whether I was fulfilling my duties or if they would fire me at any second. The inner paranoia claws at you, whispers in your ear and makes you crazy until you just have to know, until you are ready to scream ‘Just do it already, fire me and get it over with!’
I debated whether I should even set up this meeting at all, but I finally decided that I needed solid feedback, specifically some sort of praise or encouragement, or I was bound to sink into a pattern of negative thought, whereby I convince myself that they don’t need me/want me/are looking to get rid of me.
I finally realized it halfway through the day. A visitor was buzzed in from outside, she came in hesitantly like she did not quite belong here, and said ‘I’m here for a second interview’. And that was it- the fear of being pushed out. I understood.
At my last job, I was there for about a year when I discussed with management that I needed assistance, that my job was too much for one person to handle. So they hired me an ‘assistant’ whom I trained in, and then they pretty much fired me. That kind of attitude creates a fear, an instability, that it can happen at any time, from anyone. Part of me realizes that this is just a job, but then again, it is where I choose to spend most of the hours in my day at the moment, it creates a stable atmosphere, it fosters trust and goodwill. Even as I logically knew that hiring for new positions would not threaten my own, I felt that I was not fully integrated in the company yet, not quite secure.
I finally got up the nerve to meet with my boss after lunch. I started off by telling him that I was looking for basic feedback and to make sure we were on the right page. He listened and let me speak, and then told me with such conviction that I had learned so much and grasped much more then they expected in this short time, and that it was tremendous how much I picked up. It felt good to hear it, even though they’ve mentioned it once before, and I knew it to be true.
He did give me some critical feedback, which was not a surprise to me, and then we discussed me taking on more responsibility and him not wanting to put too much on me at once.
All in all, it was a good meeting, and afterwards and for the rest of the day I felt like I could breathe easier, the stress was gone. I was no longer guessing or wondering or worrying.
Right before our meeting ended, he asked if there was anything else I wanted to say. I hesitated, and part of me fought to not say it, but it came out anyway:
“Do you think I’m a good hire?” (Validate me!)
think so”.
That’s what I needed to hear.

Wednesday, August 17, 2016

Wretched

It looked so peaceful in slumber, this beast that preyed on me so, my heart racing in fear as it came near and retreated just out of my reach, please let me kill you, let me end this now, we both know there is no future for you, but mine starts tomorrow and I can't go to sleep with the sound of your wings o’flappin in my ear, so towel swinging round and round you fly frantically in circles, the hunted one as I squeal when you come near, I hit you once and you go down, success is in my reach, but no, you're alive yet, crawling injured on the ground, your wings now useless, I swat you again and squat over you victorious, but it's ALIVE still! My heart, I jump and step while screaming, it's only a fly I know, but terror it'll follow me into my dreams, unless I let it rest now, be gone.


Monday, August 8, 2016

Observances @ 7 am

There's just something about this city, the greatest city in the world,
It's a feeling, elusive- so hard to describe though many many have tried, it's like spitting out your car window at a red light, it's suits with flip-flops and low cut dresses at 7 am, flats with heels hiding in bags, it's coffee on every corner, it's suits and ties with backpacks on bikes, it's window washing with the roar of traffic as your music, it's ‘not in service’ tour buses that have not quite yet awoken, it's id's worn round necks, it's the constant smell of smoke in the air, fighting to find parking, it's a feeling, a love-hate-indifference desire to fit in, to stand out, to be different and exactly the same, it's a smell in the air, renewal each morning, stooped shoulders and shuffling feet, dad bods with baby strollers walking dogs, running, breaking a sweat before the city has woken from its slumber, earbuds and headphones and sunglasses, leggings and neon orange sneakers and yoga mats and guitar cases, it's personality peaking out of every bag and every face and every walk and in the swing of every arm, it's gym bags and tote bags and shoulder bags and lunch bags and shoes with tassels, tattoos, it's coffee hot and coffee iced and tea, and ties not yet tied, it's stretching and waking and yawning and breathing and sunrise and shadows fading, it's knowing that you're in this city too but not having met you yet. It's the greatest city in the world, with slices and glimpses and snatches of millions of scenes that sewn together makes one haphazard disorganized beautiful breathtaking tapestry, and the longer you linger and watch, the more you’ll love it or hate it or yearn to know it, be a part of it, be one with it, lay down on the street and breathe in the smells and spread your arms wide and embrace the city that embraces all.

Tuesday, August 2, 2016

Puzzle Pieces

The pieces lay broken
well, not broken but misaligned
jumbled
disorganized
a kaleidoscope of color
waiting to be sorted
unraveled
put back together.
Once a huge slab
in a factory
mass produced
with fun in mind
or maybe just profit
cut up into little pieces
and packed into boxes
shipped off to all the little girls and boys
or the 20-something grown ups
who refuse to say 'grown up'
to try their hand at solving it
putting the pieces back together.
A collaborative effort
I sit in the lobby
of the library
at the table with two chairs
taking up both
and leaving room for none
I need this time alone
my back to passerby
who stop to watch
or contribute
this is not mine alone
but OURS
only, I have a problem with sharing
and come back as soon as I can
to finish the puzzle
I didn't start.
It's still there,
Ha! As if,
anyone else were smarter or better than I
No, this puzzle needs me
these people need me
so I sit day after day
1,000 scattered pieces
painstakingly put together
trying to force it won't help,
have patience my dear,
step back and look from afar
what is it you are missing
you can't see from this close
it should fit but it doesn't
it shouldn't fit and it does
the colors don't match
I can't find the one I'm looking for
and then it does
and then I do
and in a rush
like the last half mile of a race
when energy is lacking
but the runner sprints
speeding up the pace
almost done
all the pieces falling into place
it makes sense now
I understand
I see it
rather, it sees me
my hands are not doing this
the pieces find their spots of their own accord
and 5
4
3
2
1
DONE
take a step back
and breath
smile
it's 8:45 pm
the library is closing
no one is around to see my victory
no one but me will know
but I know,
I know
how much it took
to put the pieces of me
back together.