Here I am, brain the size of a planet
I don’t talk about work often- I love my job and the people who work there. But lately, they have been sending me on the most miserable fools errands.
Oh, it’s not just me, everyone is getting this crap.
I have abilities, with no exaggeration, about forty times what I’m being called on to do. I feel like a thorobred, being asked to pull a milk truck.
Yes, I’m tickled to death just to be employed- but damn. If I could USE half my brain I could make the company a wad more cash, which, hopefully, they’d be happy to pay me.
Sheesh.
So what else is new? Yours is the lament of at least 20% of the workforce. The balance just want to get by.
Remember that in any communal work force, the top performers sink to the level of the lowest performer. Which is typical of the typical management weenie.
Been on both sides. The one that stands out will get hammered down to the level of the rest, or given work that none of the others can or will do until you submit.
One caveat. When one considers government service, the lowest common denominator is viewed as the goal. Doing nothing is valued and screwing the public is rewarded.
Roger
yeah, I hear you, Roger. I just wich I could get somewhere with the brains i have worked so hard to develop.
Save them money? Some union thug would scream that you’re creating a new job category or some stupid shit and you’d be reprimanded.
Thankfully, no union at my shop.
If my place of employ took six months to let sales’ mistakes go through to print, the six months of lost revenue and angry customers would be more than balanced out by the suddenly ubercompetent sales force. But no, instead my section has to find their mistakes and literally chase them down any way we can and fix their problems for them. So sales doesn’t learn, and they make the same problems, and the cycle repeats.
I hear you. I dunno if I related the story about the widget* I did for the G*** T***, which netted more revenue at lower cost (thus with higher profit margin) than anything I’ve sold in the past — oh, I dunno — thirty years. I suggested this might be a line of country to pursue more assiduously. They not only said no, they later told me they didn’t want me engaging in that activity at all.
Stupid management: an excellent reason to be independent, if you can. Be your OWN stupid boss, cut out the middleman.
M
*Thickly disguised product. Names changed to protect the guilty.
The main reason I was homeschooled from second to seventh grade was that my first grade teacher refused to work with my, uh, “unusual” needs (high intelligence coupled with ADHD, etc.) and insisted I squeeze into the ice cube tray with all the other kids. I got put in the advanced reading group, whoop-do-do. The rest of my day consisted of repeating the same tasks in the same order (she even called them “tasks”) every. Single. Day, regardless of whether I’d mastered them or not. It didn’t matter if I was happy or if I was being productive; all that mattered was that I fit her mold. I get a lot of the same vibe from my current boss.
Plus, the lower of my two supervisors is probably the worst oral communicator I have ever met in my life, but she’s convinced my primary supervisor and my boss that the problem is on our end. Gah.
Joanna,
As a retired middle school teacher, and still employed private music teacher, I can attest to the value of home schooling. Generally speaking, my brightest and most motivated students have been home schooled; either exclusively or at least in their primary and middle school years.