It’s recently occurred to me that there is something very peculiar about being one’s subordinate in corporate America. People from other departments or groups or other managers will often want your help or assistance on something. Knowing your own time constraints though, you can’t always say yes.
At times I feel like a library book. Other managers appreciate the work I’ve done for them but they have to go to my boss, the librarian, to check me out. And he might say no. It’s just a strange thing for there to be work that needs to be done, to be recognized as being capable of doing it, to know you have the time to fit it in and see it as something close enough to your responsibilities that it’s reasonable to take on, but the manager still has to get "permission" for you to do the work. There’s just something weird about it. Something I’ve been pondering lately (pondering bird via creative commons).