The past few weeks have been chaos and a half at the office. A teammate resigning brought up front the systemic issues my company has been tolerating. One of which is my job exactly, dubbed “the glorified intern.”
On one hand, I’m okay with working with the scraps of my direct bosses. It means less pressure and more space to feel out the team. But it’s been three months of this and on the other hand, I feel stuck and aimless as there is no ladder to climb, no responsibilities to manage.
So when the conversation came up, I told the truth. I wanted to pivot to a position that has a say and a future.
Nothing’s set in stone but verbalizing my thoughts feels like a step closer. Now there are eyes on me like never before. Challenges I feel obliged to say yes to. Expectations I can’t see.
I’m no longer invisible. It scares me and I’ve yet to figure out if I like it or not.