5:28 AM PST - Dec. 03, 2004
i think it was Henry Taylor who introduced me to the line Wash and dry, Sort and fold. You and I Are growing old. it's the same old song and dance at work. we had an Executive Meeting(tm) followed by a Town Hall(tm) where our leader gave us the Great Report(tm) on the status of their work. except the report wasn't really much of anything -- same old "yes we're still on track," (but no significant news to report) "yes we're using a fact-based approach," (as opposed to the fiction-based approach that is so chic in business these days) and "yes there is a light at the end of this tunnel" (no, it's not an oncoming train, but i see a light, so if i see it, you see it too). it's embarrassing and scary to think that executives believe that their underlings will buy shit like this. as if there's no brain in our heads as employees to figure out that after a year, no, after three years of this and really nothing tangible to show, we would miraculously rally around this effort. i've gotten nothing but 1. stress, which lead to 2. weight gain, which lead to 3. crankiness and short temper to my family, which lead to 4. therapy. to top it off, our execs decided to either (a) be aloof when employees were venting, or (b) suddenly show that they're executives and swung their heavy hammer. this will be a dead-end, no growth job for the next six months if not longer. this has been a dead-end, no growth job for almost three years now. time to move on. i am going to start moving on. i already have started. too bad. i really liked this company before they started acting as if employees had no fucking clue.
