But yes, that’s where I am. It’s performance evaluation week!
Let’s dig into the psychiatric attic, shall we! I wrote the song Performance Evaluation when I was 24 years old. In 30 years, my darlings, very little has changed.
He looks at me and says
I think you’ve got an attitude problem
“Who me?” “Yeah, you, you’ve got an attitude” x 2
“We’ll meet in two weeks time
To talk about performance issues”
“That’s fine. Just get me out of here” x 2
Does this mean that I get to talk about some things
that have been on my mind
Like your temper tantrums and your drinking problem
Does this mean that I get to talk about some things
that have been on my mind
Like the underpaid shit work that you give us
Everywhere I look there’s people waking up and saying
Hey, this ain’t, this ain’t what I signed up for
Everywhere I look, there’s people waking up and saying
10 years I bust my butt, and now I get the door
10 years I bust my butt, and now I get the door.
Yeah, being able to kiss ass just doesn’t run in your family.
The hell of it is my direct supervisor is smart, funny, hard-working, has good work life balance, sets expectations reasonably, and leads by example in terms of collaboration, communication and teamwork. The rest of the org…. wellllllll now. And I’ll just leave it at that.