My ex-project and I had been together for ten months. We had our fair share ups and downs, particularly in the early days, but over the last few months we had settled into a nice routine. It wasn’t particularly exciting any more but at least it was predictable.
And then yesterday I was asked to lead a troubled project. It’s only six months old and already has quite a few warts, and it limped across the line into UAT last week. My first instinct was to cower in the corner in the fetal position but I resisted that temptation and quietly accepted the role.
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