Work
November 01, 2004
Let me set the tone of this update first so that you can have a reference point.
I’m writing because I’m forcing myself to write. I really don’t want to write again because, quite honestly, I haven’t much to say. My writing this update is akin to my washing the dishes. It’s not fun but it has to be done.
I think I’ll write about work tonight. In my 7 months in this position, I am looking at work through two eyes: the eyes of the instructor, and the eyes of the company. Unfortunately, these two sets of eyes do not always (pardon the pun), see eye to eye with one another. However, this dual vision helps me everyday in making choices about correctional choices to take with instructors or how far to defend an instructor.
One matter that’s been peeving me of late is the amount of work people do. Last month I had the busiest single month ever at work. On top of a rather unheard of number of observations, I also had my foot in a few other projects, and assignments. No matter. I am one to take on challenges. I did all the work with nary of peep of complaint. (I only mentioned my workload to my buddies as a rather personal lament but never to those in positions to evaluate). What do I see at our little round table sometimes? People with zero workload. Yes. They have literally nothing to do. To their credit, they offered their help but sadly, I had work that only I could do. Oh well. Hopefully what comes around goes around or whatever that shitty saying is.
Next matter. The instructors. They lack the company eyes. That only have instructor eyes. These eyes are very near sighted. They see what they have to do. They see what their peers have to do. They get used to not having to put in full effort each day and they bitch. They bitch like highschool children. “Why did I get 6 lessons when John had 5?” They get paid to do 8. Sometimes their complaints are genuine but most of the time, I try to ignore all the ridiculous complaints that come out. Quite frankly, many of them haven’t put in a hard day’s work in their life. I’m rather sick of seeing people my age and sometimes older act like children. When I was in their position, I did what was asked and swallowed it. I lost nothing by doing my job. I gained nothing by complaining.
Eep. OK before I go off on a crusade and wipe out the whiney babies at work, I’ll end here. Maybe it was good to get that off my chest.
