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Thursday, October 4, 2007

I believe you have my stapler

...or, How about I just quit work and become a hippy?

So this week was the dreaded performance review. Not dreaded as in, "Shit, what did I do wrong this year," sort of way. More of a "What are they going to overlook and therefore not give me the credit I deserve," sort of dread.

Well, it came up; as usual I am no good at selling myself (shut up ladies, and nate). It seems that I need to be more assertive with them to tell them what I want and get involved in some major projects on an ownership level.

Boss-lady, whom I need to find a nickname for, told me that I need to "get in her face" and tell her that I want to be involved with more projects. Which is all fine and good, but I need to get rid of the shit-work that keeps showing up.

In case I've not mentioned it, I've been referred to by my coworkers as "Scottiepedia" due to my broad range of technical and analytical skills. I'm also the one who's called upon to "fix my computer...the wallpaper is all skewed and the bars are all blue," or "Sco-otttt, these columns aren't lining up," or better yet "Scott, um, I thought I signed up for an account, but it keeps saying 'Invalid Password'....heelllllpppp meeee."

They will miss me when I'm gone.

"You can't teach a pig to sing. It's a waste of time and it annoys the pig."

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4 Comments:

At 10/07/2007 10:57 PM, Blogger ayeM8y's whiny, bitch-ass comment is...

This "Get in her face" boss lady sounds exactly like the power hungry agenda driven bitch you anticipated her to be...

 
At 10/08/2007 6:15 AM, Blogger naechstehaltestelle's whiny, bitch-ass comment is...

Watch that they don't move your cubicle to storage. :)

 
At 10/08/2007 9:10 AM, Blogger Nate's whiny, bitch-ass comment is...

How did you know I was going to say something? :o

 
At 10/08/2007 8:06 PM, Blogger Amanda's whiny, bitch-ass comment is...

I tend to go into those type of situations the same way Troy goes in for tackles -- I'm gonna do what I need to do even if I wind up with a concussion and kind of look ridiculous. I don't know which way is better: overaggression or passivity.

 

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