#workplacefog

Feeling a bit deflated today. We finally had the roundtable to review the data policy I worked so hard on—one I was asked to write from scratch, with no guidelines, no framework, just a “can you take this on?”

I was hopeful. I knew it would need amending, sure—but I genuinely thought we were on the path to adoption. Instead, it became clear that no one had even read it before today. The printouts I handed out were being scanned for the very first time—in the meeting.

The feedback? More like resistance. Not constructive, not collaborative—just walls going up. After nearly 90 minutes, I called it. I told them I’d go back and revise everything, based on their input. But truthfully, I left that meeting wondering why I was asked to do it in the first place.

It reminded me too much of my time at Compliance Cloud Inc.—where thinking for yourself wasn’t encouraged. Just follow orders. Don’t question. Don’t create. Just... do.

The pain’s eased a little—I’ve stopped the Panadol—but every time I sit, stand, or even think about bending over, my hips remind me I’m still healing. And no, it’s not exactly cramping my social life... but you need to have one first to notice the difference, right? Classic Cloudy Cheer humour.

At work, though, the clouds feel heavier. Maybe it’s me projecting, or maybe something has shifted, but it feels like the trust and pace I saw from senior management in my early days has slowed. A project they once made me the lead on seems to have stalled, and the enthusiasm I felt in those first few weeks feels... distant.

Today, my I was asked to adjust pricing on a product range—but when I tried to make the changes in our ERP system, I was told I don’t have the authority. Yet, I can change pricing on the website? The mixed messages are frustrating. It’s like I’m floating in a fog where no one’s quite sure what I can or can’t do.