Change in Job for a Year

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The organisation I work for has the norm of changing administrative officer on rotation basis. The turn came to me for the 2015-2016 Financial Year. When it was decided that I would be looking after the AFD for this financial year, I didn't say no -- not because I had wanted to be an ADM but because to say no would be disobedience to the head of my organisation. 

And so here I am. ADM for a year. Unlike other offices, it should be relatively easier for me because we are only 32 staff, including ESP. But it is quite a different experience altogether. You have to worry about all the nitty gritty things such as not having water in the toilet to the administration of the staff. You become more a logistic manager for the office and it is not such an easy job. For now, I am trying to take it positively because all of us have to be managers at this age after being in job for 10 years or more. 

I now understand what my Dasho meant when he told us that he sometimes woke up in the middle of the night and remembered things that we had left pending and he couldn't fall back to sleep. It happens to me sometimes. I have to then start noting them down in my mobile phone notepad so that I don't forget them the next day. 

As administrative officer, you have to work with Royal Civil Service Commission a lot and so far, I have tried my best to do what I have to on time and I have submitted all documents they have asked without delay. Sometimes you would wonder on the number of letters you receive from them, but you console yourself saying, if it can task you like that to deal with just one organisation, how much harder it would be for them that has to deal with all the government organisations. And I am here to comply. I appreciate them for accepting the documents by email -- making it easier for me and saving lot of man times and fuel. (I would urge all the organisations to do that). 

Anyway, I am late in the office right now -- and it is because I am an ADM. I have come to appreciate administrative officers a lot better and I know what a tedious, tiresome job it is. It is not that demanding on your intellectual but I don't really enjoy seeing papers piling on my table. 

If you have thought being manager/administrative officer is a cup of cake, you better think again. It mostly needs soft skills and they don't come at a go. 

//This note is written feeling a little tired over the number of negotiations I had to go through for some work. 






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