Tuesday, September 26, 2017
Wouldn't it be great if one was accurately rewarded on one's merit at one's job, at least for things done well, you know, without the punishment. Oh, I'm not talking about you soccer players, and distant upper management folks, all you petty rulers of the Universe. I just mean people, with the regular jobs. But maybe it's impossible to properly judge a regular person in a regular job. Who will judge us? Did you know that in a single day I can be both so brilliant at my job angels should fly from the heavens to bestow garlands upon my tired brow, and so disinterested, entitled, and lazy that someone might want to say something to me.
Just guess which one of those results has ever happened to me.
Eh, both actually, so you were right either way.
Do you know why my co-workers are so easily and frequently mad about their job?
Because they know that all the ranks of managers above them want, above all, for them to be relentlessly, tiresomely, mediocre at their jobs.
But every once in awhile, at least deep down, they want to be great, and have it mean something.