You ever have one of those days that you return to work after a week away, and have work dumped on you even though before you left it was decided that the project would be given to someone else, despite the interest you’ve shown in it and the effort you’ve exerted? And you’re told the work has to be done within 24 hours? And so you stay late for a few hours, but then you need to leave before the parking garage gets creepy? So you take your work home, and you type and calculate and organize, and drink coffee? At 1 am, you decide that the last little bit can wait until you get to work. And then when you get to work, did the same person who told you that you needed to do the work is in meetings all morning and, when you do cross paths, doesn’t express any interest in the work that you’ve done? Does it bother you that that person doesn’t express any appreciation for the fact that you’ve devoted the last 20 hours, both awake and asleep, to thinking and dreaming about this project, because it’s the only area of work in which you feel like you’re working on something that makes some use of your experience and education? The one thing that makes you feel like maybe leaving a job with a comparable salary, and room for growth, and a door on your office, and people with whom you got along, and personal satisfaction, was worth it? Yet it’s the same thing that no one seems to want you to do? But ironically, they turn to you to do the work? And then you wonder why if no one else seems to care, why should you?
Yeah, me either.
I feel your pain, my public health sister. I feel your pain.
Posted by: sonja at February 12, 2004 07:05 AMMy former bosses were like this. It's like the more important they get, the more they play them out on those below, and it doesn't help if the hierarchy is "low" or not. They are just like that. It's what's being put on their tables, from the one above them, with the same pressure, the same words. And the least they want to happen is to be kicked in their asses. This is mistaken as "delegating work". I found that as long as my title misses the "manager" prefix, this won't be likely to stop. I'll be a good manager one day ;)
Posted by: mademoiselle a. at February 15, 2004 05:12 PMThose are the days I go shopping on-line. Don't even have to leave the office to use nonexistent money to battle the bitterness. And then, 4-6 weeks later, surprises from amazon and j crew arrive in my office. Since by then I've forgotten what I've bought, it feels just like Christmas! Or Ayyam-i-Ha!
Posted by: kari at February 18, 2004 10:03 PMThose are the days I go shopping on-line. Don't even have to leave the office to use nonexistent money to battle the bitterness. And then, 4-6 weeks later, surprises from amazon and j crew arrive in my office. Since by then I've forgotten what I've bought, it feels just like Christmas! Or Ayyam-i-Ha!
Posted by: kari at February 18, 2004 10:04 PM