Workplace change

Sandgate, 2019

Winnie-The-Pooh by A. A. Milne, illustrated by E. H. Shepherd was one of my first favourite childhood books. I won a paperback copy early in infant school for a hand painting picture. There was a commemorative ex libris inside the front cover detailing the award, my name, date, and class.

I was once described as being like Eeyore. The old gray stuffed donkey character. According to Wikipedia, ‘generally characterised as pessimistic, depressed, and anhedonic.’

I see myself more like Winnie-the-Pooh. ‘Despite being naïve and slow-witted, he is a friendly, thoughtful and sometimes insightful character who is always willing to help his friends and try his best.’ (Wikipedia)

Upon reflection, Pooh represents my usual optimistic self whereas Eeyore is an inner glum voice.

On Tuesday, my manager took me into a small meeting room for a ‘there’s nothing wrong’ discussion. I was momentarily lulled into a false sense of security. After a preamble of ‘change is a good thing’ and information I already knew, I learned of a reorganisation. In line with a company policy of a maximum of ten in a team, a need to build capability, and improve customer service, I was being moved to another team, the week after next.

I don’t operate well face to face when feeling threatened. Becoming a faun; externally, I appease and please, adopting a vulnerable and cautious stance despite inner turmoil. I expressed guarded displeasure then returned to my desk in stunned silence.

In the five and a half years with my current employer, I have worked in the same team, focussed on supporting clients back to state funded health roles after sustaining workplace injuries. During this time, I have experienced two challenging line managers and two wonderful ones. The uncertainty of a new manager, new team dynamics, and colleagues with limited knowledge and experience in supporting health clients felt overwhelming.

In engaging with change, I remind myself of Pooh’s sunny disposition, a source of comfort and inspiration. While uncertainty looms, I’ll lean on his resilience, turning negatives into positives and crafting strategies to adapt. Writing this post is my first small step toward accepting the shift and embracing the unknown. I still have a job, and I will navigate this chapter with optimism and determination. Change may be daunting, but it’s also a powerful catalyst for growth.

I am someone who’s:

Almost a teenager

Diligent

Self-effacing

Scatter-brained

Passionately curious

Bored with the mundane of copy paste updating and repetition that could be completed by optical character recognition and coding

Solving problems by identifying, sorting, and organising filaments of information into threads to plait into a rope to hold on to as we take steps toward a goal

Me

Homeward bound

From Tuesday’s

Work weary wending walk
Carriage, shuffle tap to pay.
Glimpse Belisha beacon flash;
Fluorescent amber hoodie on a bike
My chariot awaits.

To
A handheld rainbow at Petrie station.

Burlesque

Scarlett Fever, Wickham Hotel 2024

Last night we saw the 2010 movie of the same name starring Cher, Christina Aguilera, Eric Dane, Cam Gogandet, Stanley Tucci, Alan Cumming, and Kristen Bell. Its rich dark moody basement club and apartment scenes evoked the feeling of bygone speakeasies, jazz clubs, and Liza Minnelli in the film Cabaret.

I was reminded of awe inspiring evenings in the back bar of the Imperial Hotel, Erskineville, Sydney in this century’s noughties and teenies. We were delighted by the performance of Mitzi Macintosh reenacting the Rocky Horror Show, The Sound of Music, and Little Shop of Horrors.

In other venues in Newtown, Kings Cross, and Darlinghurst we were wowed by the antics of Miss Effervescence (Effie to her friends), Verushka Darling, Tess Tickle, Chelsea Buns, Fahrenheit, Joyce Mange, Vanessa Wagner, Portia Turbo, Miss 3D, Simone Troy, Robyn Lee, Clair de Lune, Atlanta Georgia, Monique Kelly, and Polly Petrie.

Now that we live in Queensland we get our occasional drag queen fix at the Wickham Hotel, and Cloudland in Brisbane’s Fortitude Valley.

Milestone

December 2024, Tallow Beach, Cape Byron

I met my future husband in 1993. In October of that the year I turned 30, and he reached 31 years of age in December.

On my 61st birthday this year, I realised I had lived with my partner, best friend, and soulmate for longer than I had without him.

Over the last 31 years we have visited 10 countries and moved home 10 times including from the UK to Australia – New South Wales then to Queensland.

We are already planning for our next home when I retire in a couple of years……..

Springing

amaryllis

As children in the UK, we learned March winds and April showers bring forth May flowers.

In contrast in Australia, the first day of each third month marks the change of the seasons. September, 1st heralds Spring.

September, October were mostly dry, and November is living up to its stormy reputation. Compared with last year, it is more humid than I remember, more than 70% most days.

rain lilies

We enjoy the benefit of one of the previous owners of the house being keen gardeners. The wild irises and amaryllis have finished blooming.

fire star

They are succeeded by fire star orchids and dancing lady orchids.

dancing lady orchids

Good morning

November

The rising sun heralds the arrival and departure of Brisbane bound commuters. Few appear to take notice of it or the surrounds.

September

Serpentine Saltwater Creek undulates through the North Lakes Environmental Reserve behind the train station towards Moreton Bay. It often breaks free of its banks.

March

The water results in a lush wetland ecosystem; home to gum trees, grasses, insects, 29 species of native birds, reptiles, eastern grey kangaroos, possums, and koalas.

April

Good morning

Water inspired

Final abstract mixed media A3 painting

This abstract mixed media painting was inspired by the colours of water over submerged sand islands viewed whilst descending towards Cairns off the coast of Far North Queensland, Australia.

Concept sketch 1
Concept sketch 2

Whilst on holiday in Port Douglas, using my husband’s 1980s Winsor and Newton Sketcher’s palette, I completed a couple of concept sketches on A6 cartridge paper.

After returning home, I started with a pencil oval outline filled with light watercolour washes in acqua, blue, and green. Texture was created by adding large clean salt crystals that absorbed the water and hues.

The outline was inked in and more washes added.

First draft

Water was sprayed on sections of the picture freeing up the colours to merge, and the edges and outline to soften. Darker shades were added to the water droplets and encouraged to flow into each other. Salt recycled from other paintings was added to create random patches of soft brown and pink.

The above was repeated a few times until the final version emerged.