Frustration High, Incentive Low, Motivation Lower

I should be happy. If not happy, then at least content.

It’s Friday. We got paid today. It is overcast but the temperature is perfect, mid-high teens, ideal tennis weather.

Last night I was told that certain people (who should know better) have doubts that I can handle the work that someone (who is regarded as completely useless, okay, by me) has been doing for a while. Apparently her continued incompetence is not a big clue to the higher ups that maybe, just maybe, what she has been selling herself as is really a big pile of steaming poo.

Why hasn’t anyone considered that perhaps she has been less than honest about who has really done the work she claims as her own.

Call me crazy but isn’t it obvious that something is rotten in the state of Denmark when someone sells herself into a position (with more money and a better title), can’t hack the work and has to take a huge step back?

And yet my capabilities are called into question. Who finds the glaring errors that save us huge wads of cash. Who is actually doing the analysis on the cost reports before they go to audit? Who do the producers go to for information? Who is the person resolving vendor and union issues?

But who is the fool for not having thrown her under the bus. And who is more the fool to not have been aware of what had been going on for over a year before cluing in?

Apparently I am both naïve AND stupid.

I doubted but wanted to believe when my parents told me that hard work always pays off in the end. Even when I see the opposite, I still want to believe that hard work, dedication and loyalty is currency that is still worth something.

Stupid, stupid me. I have wanted to believe that every carrot that has been dangled in front of me is not a mirage. The moment that I truly believe it will be different this time is the precise moment the carrot disappears. I lose a little more footing in this company and faith in mankind (and I mean that in the gender-neutral sense).

I may be gullible and I may be foolish but I never forget. I could never consciously hurt someone- I wouldn’t be able to live with the guilt. I may dream about digging in the proverbial knife and twisting it just so, but I would never actually do it.

After all this time, after all that has happened, why is it that I am still holding onto the short end of the stick?

This all came about following a town hall we had the other day. We were encouraged, as we should always be, to be forthcoming with ideas to make our company more productive and ultimately more profitable. Great in theory but unless you are already at a rarefied level or have the protection of someone who does, sticking out your neck is the quickest way to get it lopped off.

If only they actually mean what they say. (Sigh.)

I had a chat with a couple people afterwards and our first thought (derived independently) was to get rid of this person. Doing so would save the company money but more importantly it would do wonders for the moral of the people who have to suffer her presence. It was funny but not funny. It helps to know that I am not the only one who feels this way. Unfortunately none of us has any clout.

One of them actually suggested this to someone who has the clout and that was when I was disparaged. Thanks for nothing.

I told a friend of mine that chances are good that she will be here long after I am gone. Where else could she make six-figures, take a ton of time off with impunity and not be pressured to do anything? Especially in this economy! You don’t jump ship unless you have something else sealed with blood. For many, that would be a pretty sweet deal- and she is nothing if not cunning.

In the meantime, Karma continues to smack me in the head. Screaming at me to get off my butt and deal with this, one way or another.

How many times do I have to get clubbed before I jump ship?


~ by angryegg on May 22, 2009.

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