Working Mum: The only thing worse than doing the job myself
COMMENTBy Tabitha Ronson
My boss has finally recruited a Number 2.
She had sounded me out for the role but, after much soul searching, I told her that I couldn't offer up the level of commitment she required.
I'm a working mum after all, already a ringer for Stretch Armstrong (yes, I'm stretched to the limit).
My bland rejection of this exciting opportunity stuck in the throat - after all, this was the position within the company I had pushed for pre-baby; the role that would catapult me into the big league.
It was not meant to be - and, in truth, I'm happy with that position.
Her second in command has been in post for two weeks now and already I know that we're not going to get along. Some may call me judgmental; I prefer intuitive.
He is very "nice" - a tad red in the face, perhaps, but he's the type with whom you would be happy to sip a sauvignon at Davy's. However, I'm afraid in our industry nice just doesn't cut it and doesn't earn you any respect.
My boss is looking to take less of a hands-on role in the business. She is a big personality so whomever steps into her shoes needs to be able to wear them, dance a Paso Doble, too.
I know it's early days but already he's completely out of his depth. I would even go as far as saying he's incompetent. It's saying something when the intern knows more about market needs than the supposed business and programme manager.
I was hoping the person my boss brought in would, like a Good Wish Fairy, be able to reduce my workload. I realise this is not going to happen. He likes to hide. Earlier this week, we had a crisis with a client, he was nowhere to be found so it fell to me to manage.
And he appears to not have an opinion. As a matter of courtesy, I've asked him on several occasions for his views on a couple of things. His replies: "I'll be guided by your judgment" and "I'll leave it in your capable hands".
Working Mum, already feeling the resentment.