The Mushrump

Thursday, February 16, 2006

Our PreReview Reviews

Immediately following the rant on 1/24, Step-on-me sends us all appointments for pre-review reviews, to make sure we’re still paying attention to our goals set by last year’s reviews. The proximity of the review notice to our scolding makes Clark and I think that these are brought about because of the scolding.

Clark doesn’t care, nor should he. He just received two near simultaneous offers from businesses willing to give him 10-20k more than what he’s making now. I’m happy for him, miserable and lonely, but happy. We don’t accept the appointments for the reviews until the day of. Not that Step-on-me would even notice, but it makes us feel better.

My review time pops up, and I go next door. I had just got a promotion to Graphic Designer (that only took 3-years to get) and a small raise. I’m not too concerned right now as Carol seems utterly impressed with everything I do. From knitting to pathetic templates we’ve been doing for years. I figure this will probably last for a few weeks before I manage to do something I didn’t do that will have someone point their blamed hand my way.

Step-on-me runs down my list and I point out examples of things that I’ve done already that have shown I’m doing what I’m supposed to be doing. Step-on-me agrees with me completely. I’m doing a great job and have advanced very quickly at ICE. I should be very proud of my achievements.

I really don’t think advancing at ICE is that difficult. I just hang around long enough to get the title I want while everyone else flees in panic. If I didn’t have thick skin and if I didn’t have this blog, I would have left long ago.

I’m still wondering what the point of this meeting is.

So I’m doing my job? Good… So I should get back to doing my job, right?

No, we continue to talk. Clark still hasn’t announced anything about his new employment. I try not to snicker when Step-on-me brings up Clark. Then we talk about the person taking my old job, Sharpie; how duties will be split up and whatnot.

Finally she lets me go. 45 minutes wasted talking about stuff I already know about when we’re short staffed. Priorities, people, c’mon!

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