It’s really in my bones to write a diatribe about work today but I will remain true to my commitment not to criticise lest someone take offence and I am hauled over the coals. But I would love to give certain folk a burst! It’s not to be.
What is interesting is how a certain style of control emerges from a new regime, a style which those of us who have worked in the job for decades recognise as a failed formula from many years past, a formula guaranteed to annoy the rank and file, not improve a thing. It’s shows the lack of imagination and ability in certain quarters and a shallowness and lack of comprehension and common sense in those who execute such proposals and make a mash of it. The carpet is about to pulled from under a few people. When we fight, we take no prisoners!
This sort of nonsense which I thought was a thing of the past and is raising it’s ugly head again merely reinforces my oft-stated opinion that I am a fool for opting for the comfortable life and hanging around the mind-sapping vocation of which I am a prisoner. It also reinforces my opinion of certain people and I really wonder what to make of those who want to put themselves in a position where they become the very thing which was the object of their vitriol many years ago and seems to be a blight on their memory for they don’t seem to recall their own peccadilos yet have no problem being hypocrites now.
I know we all have a job to do and have to make the most of it. We all have our orders and the voices from higher up the chain calling for us to make more of what we do even when they have no cognizance of what is involved when executing those demands. It is probably the way of the world in many organisations.
I have often had it said to me over the last twenty five years, the duration of my working life, that if I don’t like the way things are run then I should take my own steps up the chain and try to change things from inside the decaying superstructure. There is of course a point in that. But I have seen the results of that in other people and the distrust and wariness which develops between friends when one takes the leap into authority and the other stays behind and when the former takes the straight line where there is no shades of grey in decision making, merely the black and white which the powers that be wish him to follow.
There is no changing style in an organisation like this. It’s their way or the highway. Taking a step up is not my cup of tea. Not in this workplace in anycase.
As the old saying goes, it is much easier to criticize than to take responsibility and I suppose I am guilty of that. Too much to say and too little to contribute but I have found over the years that the people who have some idea are seldom listened to and only those with an axe to grind seem to get any airplay. It’s remarkable.
I have probably said too much but so be it. I am not criticising, merely observing. I offer no names or recognizable slogans. My future in the workplace lies elsewhere, not at my current address. It is a realization that dawned on me many years ago, there is no new blood in that train of thought. But the events since I returned from leave have given me a very strong sense of imminent disappointment and looming resentment. I’m on a train to nowhere, a ship drifting in vast oceans without rudder or power, a wagon train traversing the badlands.
I can still see the light from my precarious position in the gloom but it is getting smaller and darker. The window of opportunity is closing with each passing hour and I need to jump before it’s too late.
Now is the winter of our discontent, but I hope to make the summer much more appealing.
Have a nice day.
What is interesting is how a certain style of control emerges from a new regime, a style which those of us who have worked in the job for decades recognise as a failed formula from many years past, a formula guaranteed to annoy the rank and file, not improve a thing. It’s shows the lack of imagination and ability in certain quarters and a shallowness and lack of comprehension and common sense in those who execute such proposals and make a mash of it. The carpet is about to pulled from under a few people. When we fight, we take no prisoners!
This sort of nonsense which I thought was a thing of the past and is raising it’s ugly head again merely reinforces my oft-stated opinion that I am a fool for opting for the comfortable life and hanging around the mind-sapping vocation of which I am a prisoner. It also reinforces my opinion of certain people and I really wonder what to make of those who want to put themselves in a position where they become the very thing which was the object of their vitriol many years ago and seems to be a blight on their memory for they don’t seem to recall their own peccadilos yet have no problem being hypocrites now.
I know we all have a job to do and have to make the most of it. We all have our orders and the voices from higher up the chain calling for us to make more of what we do even when they have no cognizance of what is involved when executing those demands. It is probably the way of the world in many organisations.
I have often had it said to me over the last twenty five years, the duration of my working life, that if I don’t like the way things are run then I should take my own steps up the chain and try to change things from inside the decaying superstructure. There is of course a point in that. But I have seen the results of that in other people and the distrust and wariness which develops between friends when one takes the leap into authority and the other stays behind and when the former takes the straight line where there is no shades of grey in decision making, merely the black and white which the powers that be wish him to follow.
There is no changing style in an organisation like this. It’s their way or the highway. Taking a step up is not my cup of tea. Not in this workplace in anycase.
As the old saying goes, it is much easier to criticize than to take responsibility and I suppose I am guilty of that. Too much to say and too little to contribute but I have found over the years that the people who have some idea are seldom listened to and only those with an axe to grind seem to get any airplay. It’s remarkable.
I have probably said too much but so be it. I am not criticising, merely observing. I offer no names or recognizable slogans. My future in the workplace lies elsewhere, not at my current address. It is a realization that dawned on me many years ago, there is no new blood in that train of thought. But the events since I returned from leave have given me a very strong sense of imminent disappointment and looming resentment. I’m on a train to nowhere, a ship drifting in vast oceans without rudder or power, a wagon train traversing the badlands.
I can still see the light from my precarious position in the gloom but it is getting smaller and darker. The window of opportunity is closing with each passing hour and I need to jump before it’s too late.
Now is the winter of our discontent, but I hope to make the summer much more appealing.
Have a nice day.
Strange Notations From a Laborious Life 