Eating shit
One of the worst things about working in the corporate world is that sooner or later you're required to eat shit. For the most part, I've been fortunate. I've only had to do this a couple times over the course of my career in publishing, remarkable considering the anal and schoolmarmish-types the field tends to attract. Last week I had to endure the annual idiotic ritual known as "self-appraisal." Each year I have to fill out forms describing my job's responsibilities and whether or not I fulfilled those responsibilities. Not surprisingly, I gave myself good marks. Considering the various major changes going on within my department, I thought I did a fine job. Unfortunately for me, my supervisor decided a couple minor and trivial incidents (neither of which had any significant impact on the costs or schedules of my projects) was enough to slant one of my ratings toward the negative. It wasn't the criticism that I minded so much as the fact that by focusing on two minor incidents, it ignored the fact that I had no problems with the majority of the books I worked on. I was allowed to disagree with this rating in the "Employee's Comments" section of the form, but as I've learned from past experience this will most likely fall on deaf ears. So, that's it. I eat shit and smile and pretend everything is still hunky-dory. Meanwhile, I have to keep my eyes open for a position where my efforts will be appreciated.
posted by BayonneMike at 1:02 PM
9 Comments:
These peeeeeeple with thier stoooopid evaluations. TO what ends does it serve the evaluator to disgruntle her already overworked employee with her unnecessary picky-une criticisms?
How little she has learned about management skills, much less the nature of the worker. No. She's banned.
As Mr. Smeal would have told you, " Mike, It's up....or out!"
you know....she really has no idea how bad it could have gone without you. It will be obvious after you leave...if you choose to do so.
I know you don't smoke pot but maybe some camomile tea will ease you.
Oh Mike, I know how this feels. You work your ass off for a year and do so many great things that often go unnoticed, but one small thing goes awry and they pounce on it like cats on a mouse. I think the finding fault is the refuge of insecure minds. If they make you feel bad, then maybe the don't feel so pathetic themselves. Yes, we often have to smile and "eat it". I've gotten pretty good at that. But it never hurts to keep your eyes open for the perfect opportunity where you can be valued. By the way, I've always thought that people who give them selves negative marks on self-evals are really pathetic. If you don't believe in yourself, who will?
I check Excellents on everything. That's their job to find out otherwise.
In my last job a new guy took over the office and made me take a copy editing test. It's always bad when the guy who hired you gets pushed over. Offended that I had to take a test at all [I already took one when they hired me and had put in 2 years of service] I easily found the answers on the Internet and made a few wrong ones to make it look good. It's not cheating if it's part of the effort to beat Hitler.
Mike, you may as well as have synonymously titled your post, "The Middle Manager."
It's just the (scratch forehead with middle finger) managerial complex.
You are above this, Mike. Far above this nonsense. It does not matter what she says. You have a track record. The pettiness of her complaints will speak for itself.
My dog rountinely eats shit. Being a novice dog owner, I was naturally appalled by this practice.
Good Geek that I am, I immediately consulted a number of "Dog Fancier" websites.
The best reason I found for this practice was contained within a forum post by a woman who was concerned for the health of her shit-eating dog.
A fellow member's response is short and to the point:
"Dogs eat shit because they're stupid"
Bear that in mind next time they try to feed you a heaping helping of brown smelly.
Seriously though, if you were able to eek by with ALL EXCELLENT you'd have a compelling reason for a performance raise...see, its all about money, all the time.
fuggettaboutit - corporate America sucks.
Ang, You can get a doggie deterent spray that will keep a dog from pooping on the carpet. Maybe spray it on his poop.
Kells rarely poops inside, only if everyone is ignoring his cues to get outside.
His problem is eating deer poop in the yard...he's already had a bout of parasite infestation from it.
Anyway, sorry Mike. My eat shit post was a little harsh.
here Mike. Feel better, honey.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OSO8b2ZfzYM
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