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Thoughts circling like buzzards
Aug. 28th, 2008 04:02 pmIt's not been the best of weeks so far. I had hoped that I'd have long, leisurely stretches of no one bothering me here at work so I could write up some of my con recaps. (Salaried status has to have its perks sometimes, right?)
Instead, I've been doing clean-up work in someone else's code for a major project that got released over the weekend. Each program that I've fixed in a speedy and efficient manner (having been interrupted every half hour or so with "This is high priority - are you done yet?") has been greeted with a "Now do this one." No "Thank you.", no "Good job!", just "Next". In between I've been treated with contempt, like I'm the idiot who wrote the broken code in the first place.
It's ridiculous how draining this has been; I've arrived home every night feeling mentally exhausted and beaten. I'm trying to formulate a suitable "you moved my cheese" response, like "I feel that I perform better when you positively acknowledge my efforts before assigning me new work", but I'm afraid that halfway through the statement I'd lose it and snarl "Didn't your mother teach you to say thanks, fuckhead?!"
But hey, at least I still have my job, right? Seeing as the news just broke this morning that a part of our printing business is being sold to another company, so about 16 positions were eliminated with no notice and token severance.
I've got to get out of here, and soon.
Instead, I've been doing clean-up work in someone else's code for a major project that got released over the weekend. Each program that I've fixed in a speedy and efficient manner (having been interrupted every half hour or so with "This is high priority - are you done yet?") has been greeted with a "Now do this one." No "Thank you.", no "Good job!", just "Next". In between I've been treated with contempt, like I'm the idiot who wrote the broken code in the first place.
It's ridiculous how draining this has been; I've arrived home every night feeling mentally exhausted and beaten. I'm trying to formulate a suitable "you moved my cheese" response, like "I feel that I perform better when you positively acknowledge my efforts before assigning me new work", but I'm afraid that halfway through the statement I'd lose it and snarl "Didn't your mother teach you to say thanks, fuckhead?!"
But hey, at least I still have my job, right? Seeing as the news just broke this morning that a part of our printing business is being sold to another company, so about 16 positions were eliminated with no notice and token severance.
I've got to get out of here, and soon.
