Tuesday, May 01, 2007

About doing 46% of the work

My employment scenario grows increasingly frustrating.

Yesterday I had my mid-year review, because apparently it is already halfway through the year since the end of September, which is when fiscal years begin, because that is what capitalism prefers.

I went into my mid-year review prepared, with statistical analyses that I had gathered, which I did not have time to gather, but gathered anyways. I had a longstanding hunch that I was shouldering much more than my share of the incoming workload, which is supposed to be divvied up between five of us worthless beasts of burden. I used my surprisingly adept computationing skills to discover that I was, in fact, performing 46% of all of the work, while the other FOUR people were performing 54%. I was surprised that I did not require a great amount of mental restraint from throwing chairs and hitting people with them. Perhaps I was feeling even weaker than normal.

When I made a point to make my boss aware of this glaring statistical fact during my midyear review, it was politely and disingenuously empathized with, and I made sure to acknowledge that empathy politely and disingenuously in kind. It was deemed to be an aberration that will probably subside soon, even though it has been like this for six goddamn months.

To top it all off, I was marked with a "Meets Expectations", leaving me wondering what it takes to get a check within the "Exceeds Expectations" box, like I used to do effortlessly in my previous incarnations with this splendrous corporation.

All of this lack of appreciation leaves me a bit stale and bitter, and I am wondering if it is about time for my reputation and reliability to worsen, maybe exponentially. Tomorrow, for instance, is feeling more like a sick day everyday.

Thirteen months is too long to report to any given cushy chair. Tonight I will daydream about my second career path, which will involve maybe teaching Mongolian children how to watch television, or something equally altruistic, because I should wish my philanthropy to focus more on people than turbines, maybe.

Anyways it is terrible to be bothered enough to drag work into a blog, but that is the way it goes.

2 Comments:

At Thu May 03, 12:28:00 AM EDT, Adam said...

Yeah, well I was told today (er, yesterday; it's after midnight) that I was no longer a salaried employee, but now an hourly one. I have to fill out a fucking timecard every week now. It's like fucking McDonald's, only without the paper hat.

We need to start a business together. Got any ideas?

 
At Thu May 03, 07:29:00 AM EDT, tim said...

Doesn't that work out well? You work from home, and no one can check up on you to make sure that are are definitely Not working eighty hours per week, right?

If we can somehow gauge a worldwide need for something involving web pages and combustion turbines, we would be in ripe positions.

 

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