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So, I've been working with a social enterprise called Joining Communities, whose primary aim is to get unemployed people back into work. Unfortunately for the most part a lot of people who come in have been forced to by the JobCentre, and they don't really want to be there, but those folks are nothing to do with me. Not yet, anyway.
I've been working on drafting a couple of policies. As a new company (not even two years old), there are a lot of things that are simply taken as read. So, I got given the task of drafting up a social media policy, and a communications policy. They're both currently almost 1200 words long and I don't even know if they're right, but I think they are. They're finished, anyway, as much as they can be without someone giving me some more direction and I spent the last hour of the work day yesterday dragging my poor abused brain out of the mire of data protection law that it had got itself stuck in.
The weirdest thing about looking back on these things is I don't feel as if I'm the one who wrote them.
Well I don't have to think too hard about them now. Tomorrow, Kay N. and I will be going down to a course that's on in the building for confidence building for vulnerable women and taking some photos for the site's blog. Of course, we'll be making sure that they're comfortable with it first and if they don't want their faces shown we can set it up so they don't have to show them. It's just going to be nice to get away from those bloody policies and do something more fun.
I've been working on drafting a couple of policies. As a new company (not even two years old), there are a lot of things that are simply taken as read. So, I got given the task of drafting up a social media policy, and a communications policy. They're both currently almost 1200 words long and I don't even know if they're right, but I think they are. They're finished, anyway, as much as they can be without someone giving me some more direction and I spent the last hour of the work day yesterday dragging my poor abused brain out of the mire of data protection law that it had got itself stuck in.
The weirdest thing about looking back on these things is I don't feel as if I'm the one who wrote them.
Well I don't have to think too hard about them now. Tomorrow, Kay N. and I will be going down to a course that's on in the building for confidence building for vulnerable women and taking some photos for the site's blog. Of course, we'll be making sure that they're comfortable with it first and if they don't want their faces shown we can set it up so they don't have to show them. It's just going to be nice to get away from those bloody policies and do something more fun.