There have been big changes for me at work. I got a promotion. I'm now a supervisor and no longer just an investigator. I didn't want the promotion, it was suggested I not turn it down, that it wouldn't be good for my long-term viability with the company.
I'm eating lunch in my office right now as I type this update for y'all. A sandwich from subway. It has too much mustard on it, and I can't, for the life of me, figure out how they get light on mayo right and not on mustard. I have been meeting with new investigators, fugitive recovery, and personal security personnel that are now under my supervision. The four to ten number exploded yesterday doubling what they told me I would have by the end of the year.
It appears one of the other supervisors got himself fired. A 'with cause' firing and so far, I'm not privy to the details. They reassigned his men and women to other supervisors, and I got all new hires for the last two months assigned to me. I am now in charge of twenty-two people, well twenty-four if count my executive assistant and my, in the field, assistant (Nyssa).
Holy shit, this just keeps getting better, NOT!
On the good side, neither Nyssa or Jo (my wife) are upset about any of this. I'm glad they aren't. My Dad says to hang it there, it'll get better. Rulan, my direct supervisor says the same thing. I doubt it myself. They still say I will be allowed to help on some investigations in field after everything settles down and Nyssa can assist more on supervision when I do investigations.
You know that sounds good, the hickey on that plan, Nyssa is my partner, or was. We work together, as a team. That is especially true on investigations. Then again, if I don't get a good handle on being a boss, I may never get to do the other again, or maybe they'll bust me back to just a normal PI. The company is changing, it got bigger here like overnight, or I became aware of how big we are overnight.
That said, I don't have to work at night any longer. I can leave between 4:00 and 5:00 and be home when Jo rolls into the place every night. The cat is all better again. He is at home, sitting on his Capin perch just beside the aquarium, staring at the fish worrying them.
Dad's coming in to visit me at work this afternoon. I'm looking forward to that, it will be so nice to introduce him to everyone, those that I work for, and those that work for me. We can sit in my office for a few minutes, share a cup of coffee, and he will tell me how proud he is of me. I know he will, he always goes out of his way to let me know how proud he is of me, and he loves me. Maybe being a boss will be worth it just because he is pleased I am. He would tell me he wants me to be happy, but I think I most happy when I make him, mom, and Jo proud of me, or make them happy.
I have at least two dozen stories I have started but never finished. Some are long stories, maybe very long stories, that I stopped working for one reason or another. Others are completed, but I'm not happy with them. Still, others, are just beginnings, or maybe halfway finished. I need only to pick one and finish it, then move to the next one. I still get new ideas all the time or get request from fans. I have one of those right now, another cuckold story, which I'm not that fond of reading or writing.
Well, I need to finish this roast beef sub and get back to it. Ah, the old salt mine can wear on you. It gets in your throat, you can't wash the taste of work out of your mouth. Problem is, all I do for the last week is work on other people's problems. Read their reports, make suggestions, and make sure they aren't loafing whey they should be doing whatever they are supposed to be doing. I have a stack of files on my desk, several fugitive recoveries, a couple of investigations, one missing person, and one personal security request. Now I have to figure out who gets what.
The issue is, the personal security is only for 16 hours a day. Which means one partner gets the day, one the swing, and from midnight to eight am no one on the job. I don't like that dead eight hours sitting out there. But, that is what they want. They live in a gated community, so there is that. Well, I need to take care of this, I must make assignments and figure out the start dates on them.
I'm hoping i get more time write at night as I'm home at decent hour now every day and have my weekends free.