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Latest diary entries by AlexH tagged with "work life balance"

It's inevitable that any student volunteering organisation will suffer some turnover - churn - among its membership throughout the year. Unfortunately, half way into the year, the Union's contributor teams are going through the stage where the workload is piling on, exam revision is taking over most people's lives, and the thought of having another five to six months of this, and having the responsibility for a newspaper and/or magazine's success, is naturally going to result in some team members realising they're running the risk of damaging their degrees because of the amount of time they spend working on the publications at the Union.

I don't want anyone to fail or even damage their degree mark just so the Union can put out its media, but its not always the case that you can see the error of your ways until the damage is done - this was always my problem and one of the main reasons it took me a whole three attempts to pass my second year...! 

This evening I've sent out a short e-mail to the editorial teams to remind them that they are still massively appreciated, and I've copied and pasted it here, both because it's an open letter, and because I think the message applies not only to our editors, but also to our entire base of contributors, as well as pretty much anyone else who altruistically volunteers their time and skills to make the Union - and through it the Portsmouth student experience - even better.

"... I know the majority of you all are up to your eyeballs in coursework, revision, and even a couple of dissertations. I also know that you have worked extremely hard on Pugwash and Pugwash News this term, whether you've been crafting beautifully-worded articles, creating masterpieces for page layouts, or... err... creating tomorrow's chip wrappers... (Joking! ;o).

We've suffered a few losses over the last few weeks, with members realising their coursework load is incompatible with the amount of time they're putting into the Union, and while I'm gutted some have left, I appreciate all the hard efforts and totally understand that no-one wants to risk negatively impacting their coursework.

If you're still in, but you're having second thoughts about staying in, please come and have a chat with me. I'm out of the office until Monday, but will be happy to speak to you any time - my contact details are on the bottom of this e-mail. Most importantly, I urge you not to do anything hasty, but by the same token, please ferpetesake don't let the Union be the reason you have to stay here another year!

I'm aware that Pugwash and Pugwash News involves an awful lot of stick and not a lot of carrot, and I'm trying to think of ways to redress the balance. There's talk of a social event - maybe a pub crawl or paintballing day? - and if you have a suggestion, now's the time to speak!

Finally, I'd just like to repeat my earlier thanks for all your work: I know you all put a lot in to the Union's publications, and I sincerely hope that you will bear with me and the rest of the Union team while we get on top of the workload we're all fighting our various paths through.

Don't let the next few weeks stress you out, and I look forward to seeing you all at the next editorial meeting.

Best regards: Alex Harries, Media & Publications Officer"

For the record, I know this may well come across as a load of old horse s*** - I can't really do anything about that. I owe a huge debt of gratitude to my teams, and hate the thought that some of them might be feeling pressurised because of their involvement in the Union.

There aren't any easy answers to the age-old balancing act of University vs. social life vs. work vs. extracurricular, but anything we as a Union can do to help should lie pretty close to the top of our list of priori...

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A few days ago I looked downwards and had to lean over my ever-growing gut to see what shoes I had on (flip-flops, of course), so yesterday I decided to make an effort to start getting fit. In all fairness, Ed & Rep Sabb Andy Machin was also starting his training regime, so I've really just stolen his idea. Given how much I smoke, I decided cycling might be better than running for my knees and pride (since collapsing in a crying heap wheezing for breath before I get to the end of my road is ... well, rubbish).

So, yesterday was cycling day, and pelting off down the seafront for a sprint/cruise/sprint session was going fine until My New Best Mate decided to pull out right in front of me in his shiny new BMW while following his mate (also in a BMW) out of a side road. Cue the only perfectly-formed string of expletives I've ever shouted at anyone in my life without a rehearsal; his face was a picture. So was mine, I imagine....

Today was spent wheezing up and down the local swimming pool with Andy, and since I was late (as always), he'd done 32("-ish") lengths by the time I'd done 1. I managed 11 and decided to call it a day before I drowned - something tells me I need a bit more commitment here...

Meanwhile, back at work, I've been getting more than a little twitchy, thanks to a combination of some extra-potent filter coffee and a backlog of e-mails and to-dos which I'll probably be working on until midnight tonight. I've also been trying to tie up a number of loose ends left over from last year's web work, and get some new projects rolling, with the end result that I've been sending out literally hundreds of e-mails to my unfortunate colleagues, several of whom have now no doubt put me on their junk e-mail list, so this (from the BBC News Magazine) made me grin a bit today...

Anyway, there's no real point to all this rambling, but I guess I ought to mention what I've been up to over the last couple of weeks, since that is (so I'm told) the reason for this blog...

NUS Communication In Action training, Loughborough Uni

Interesting and good fun, and I think I picked up a load of very good ideas. The last day included a debate over how much control the Union's executive should exert over its media, i.e. should the Sabbs have the right to, for example, veto something they don't like? How about something they know is libellous? Illegal?

On the other hand, how much right should the Union's media - for example, the student newspaper/magazine - have to say what it likes, and to ignore the wishes of the exec?

This generated a lot of debate, but (imvho) I suspect in practise that the media should be allowed to write whatever it likes - within some bounds of reason I won't claim to know as intimately as our more experienced staff do, but also that the Sabbs - who have been elected by the whole student body to represent their views and needs - should also have the ability to have items published as long as it's in the student body's best interests.

As always, it's a bit of a balancing act...

Scouts' Jamboree, Essex

I was also shipped off to the Scouts' Centennial Jamboree by Making Waves, a PR company who do a lot of work with students, to do a spot of reporting on the event. Of course, not actually being a journalist of any shape or flavour, I felt like a total fraud all weekend, but managed to write copious pages of notes and will hopefully be able to write My First Feature with the results.

While I was there I also met a lot of the Sabbs who are heading off to Ibiza to promote the About 535 more words in this entry

I've just come across these 10 tips - 1, 2, 3, 5, 7, 8, 9, 10 and 11 are all thing I really wish I'd known at the start of this month... ;o)

Well worth a read :o)

/al 

Surprise surprise; being a Sabb's not the easy life it's cracked up to be: I'm in the middle of trying to type up my meeting notes from the last two-ish weeks, and I've managed to expand three credit card-sized sheets of scribbles into about 500 words. So much for conciseness. There's so much paper on my desk it's starting to resemble an explosion in a stationers...

The last couple of weeks have been a blur of meetings - meetings with the University directorate, An Audience With John Craven (Uni Vice Chancellor. He didn't sing though - shame...), a couple of free* lunches courtesy of the University, Management Development training (which involved us being videod giving a presentation. One definitely NOT going on YouTube), lunch with the Deans of Faculties (a wonderful occasion: (me) "Hi... What do you do?" (them) "I'm the head of <so-and-so school> and I'm in charge of a million people. What do you do?" (me) "Err... Not really sure yet..."), and then off to Reading University for the day for the NUS to tell us their plans for the coming year, tell us how well they did last year, and ask us what we're planning for the next year (me - "Err... Not really sure yet...").

In all of this, I've also had to deal with having a Real Life (comes complete with realistic Bills and Rent To Pay), and working on my resits which, frankly, sucks - if there's one thing I'd like to wake up without, it's the sense of impending doom cast by the fear of not passing my resits. Still, it wouldn't be "Life" if it wasn't challenging ;o)

If there's one thing I've learnt so far in all this Being A Sabb stuff, it's that I don't know anything (and the things I think I know are wrong, too). I'm not saying I'm an idiot... ok, I am a bit... but as I'm starting to get a wider view of how the Union and the University operates, whole swathes of the things I thought I understood turn out to be completely different; it's like going down a never-ending rabbit warren.

This, of course, is probably stating the bleedin' obvious to anyone who's worked in some form of management at a University or Students' Union. Things like the committee structure of the University, which doesn't look entirely dissimilar to the Royal family tree I expect, are absolutely mind-bogglingly complex, and don't even get me started on etiquette in important meetings (hey, no-one told me it wasn't acceptable to fall asleep...).

Note to self: when in a meeting with the University head sheds, avoiding speaking is the best way not to confirm everyone's suspicions that you're a fool, and never ever start a sentence with, "This is probably completely wrong, but...", because you're right - it *is* wrong. So don't say it... ;o) 

* The phrase "No such thing as a free lunch" has never been truer than when uttered in reference to these meetings; the University know that, being students, free food will almost always entice us out of our hiding places, and clearly they're keen to get to know their enemy.


Ok, reality check: I know it's no free ride when you're a Sabb - I never thought otherwise to be honest (just take a look at my elections manifesto - not exactly the words of someone planning a year off hard work!); I also have to say it must take a helluvalot of of work to get all the directorate in one room just to meet with us Sabbs. Likewise, meeting with the people I've met with this week - each and every one of them a manager of some sort, working under pressure and with barely a free minute in most of their schedules (no, I'm not...

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I'm ok with most aspects of work. I'm ok with working a 12-hour day in the office and then going home and doing another 4 hours in the comfort of my living room, in front of a good film with a cold one to hand.

One thing I'm not ok with is Mr. Branson's cable service breaking while I'm in the middle of finishing off the Grad Ball mini-site. I mean, honestly, could you not have given it just a couple of hours? Or, even better, asked your numpties to undertake Essential Maintenance Work (whatever that is - dusting the servers, possibly?) in the wee small hours when everyone *isn't* trying to watch TV, get on the internet or use the phone?

So, having found myself interweb-less, I'm now sitting in a stuffy Sabb office on a Sunday night trying to wrap up the latest headache project, and wondering if there's a line somewhere in next year's budget for an HTML-savvy slave to do this kind of stuff for me... ;o)

/al - not as grumpy as I sound. No, really...



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Welcome to my online ramblings repository. As of Friday 16th March, I have been sentenced to serve an extra 18 months in Portsmouth as a Sabbatical officer at the Union. Until then, I have to get my degree and train up to be a Sabb while running UPSU.net

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about me

"Grumpy, geeky old grey-head"

'Ello! I'm Alex, and I'm one of the mysterious and slightly-shady figures know as "Sabbatical Officers" - my job title is something like Media Whore, and I divide my time equally between upsetting students, annoying staff members, tweaking the UPSU.net web ... (read more).

my degree

BSc (Hons) eCommerce & Internet Systems (I got a Desmon)