Sometimes my fingers hover over this keyboard and I think about telling tales, true, bizarre tales of corporate life, and then I remember the mortgage and I clench my fists. Someday...someday.
Thoughts I can share safely. It dawned on me this morning that in the last 5 years I have had at least 7 bosses, not counting the considerable population of people jockeying for position and trying to use me as a power play. I am on my third boss in 18 months at this place. I have frequently been put in the position of working out of my job descrption, doing things that I have never done before, and I do them, often fixing fuck-ups for people for whom the "things" are their primary job function. I've never done This in my entire life, but somehow I understand it better than the person who has been in that position for five years. I really don't know how this is possible, but it's a regular event.
Thanks to the revolving door of bosses, there are maybe five living souls in this state who really know what I can do, because I never report to the same person for too long anywhere. (But they are my friends now, and if I need a letter of recommendation their stock response is, "You write it, I'll sign it." I make them write it, they say nicer things about me than I would about myself.)
I absolutely love it when we go through the quarterly exercise of reviews and "goal-setting", it's so pricelessly Dilbertian, because my job is 80% putting out fires and 20% undefined and I don't do anything on my job description. I stare blankly at the self-evaluation every quarter, because it has so little relevance to day to day work. I don't know what I am, but I am not a paralegal. What I do bears no resemblance at all to normal paralegal employment. So I'm 48 years old and after busting my ass in the working world since I was 17, getting the degree, paying the dues, moving steadily up the ladder, I am now sitting pretty, with a mortgage and a house and a small dog and less job security than I had 15 years ago when I was making 1/3 as much money. I don't even know how to respond to a self evaluation! I dont remember what my goals were for the quarter, but I probably failed at them. I'm tired of this shit.