I keep having the same experience and keep resisting it every time. I do not want to believe it although it is palpable: the vast majority of my coworkers have a vast capacity for willful ignorance. (Apologies to Nietzsche for mangling a quote from “The Gay Science”.)
About two weeks ago I got an email from my former assistant (now working for one of my peers). One of his employees was questioning their numbers, and since I’m the guy who puts out the daily performance reports he wanted me to explain the calculations.
Here’s where it gets fun. Bullet-point-level fun, in fact. Continue reading
… always gets bloody,” my boss says.
I’ve been the first one through the wall from day one. I finished training, I started working on redesigning our training. I started bringing structure and process and consistency to what we do, because that’s what I was hired for. And I expected a certain amount of resistance to that. People weren’t used to that. People found it confining and rigid and felt that it took away some of their autonomy. I get that.
But it’s been two years. And after being the one who gets beat up all the time, I’m getting very tired of it. Continue reading
… because here I am updating my blog.
Let’s bullet-point this bad boy.
Two biggish changes are coming up soon, and possibly a third: going back into therapy, changing my role, and pursuing a promotion.
So I am supposed to be at a friend’s husband’s birthday party right now. Karaoke, pirate costumes, drinking. Supposed to be fun.
Instead I took a wrong turn, got stuck in traffic, took a couple more wrong turns into a skeezy neighborhood, freaked out, and went home. While my friend was out in the parking lot charging her phone and waiting for me.