I've had bosses like that. My immediate response was to request a meeting with his boss: either we move me to report to someone else, or you instruct him that if he's compelled to assess my performance by the numbers, he doesn't share that information with me. He can analyze and give me a brief verbal "work on this. Good job on that, keep doing that." Or he gets no numbers to analyze. None.
I've usually gained enough respect to be able to, respectfully, swing that weight. And be reassigned. In the case where nothing changed, I did bare minimum and frelled his numbers anyway. He was soon booted upstairs, to just below his level of expertise. At least, out of my hair.
He also probably shouldn't have been showing me his main screen of everybody on the team with all of their performances broken down by the numbers, but then he wouldn't have been able to say "See? Everyone else is at this level". It was very informative. My work nemesis is not that far off my levels. If this screen comes up at the next meeting, I'll helpfully ask, as if it just occurred to me, "Should I be seeing everyone else's numbers?"
Timelies all!
We're supposed to get some nasty winter weather tomorrow, starting in the early early morning, and continuing all day. Gary's work already decided not to open tomorrow, and Mr. S has no school or daycare. I, on the other hand, have to try to make it to work as close to my normal hours as possible. Bleah...
Solid busy this weekend, solid busy yesterday, solid busy today and I still need to make a flier for my wife and get up early tomorrow morning.
I'm feeling kinda tired.
Ugh, Tom. You deserve such a better time than food poisoning.
Everyone else, please stop having these superproductive weekends when the most I managed was to finally see
Into The Spider-Verse
and find a long skinny duster to use on the living room blinds.
I have been dropping by my friend G's apartment every Tuesday after therapy to check in on her mom, who needs someone to navigate the creaky back stairs to the trash bins and also just some company. Today she made tea and showed me two episodes of a BBC series about a cranky bookstore owner, and then told stories I had never heard before about how she and G's dad became genuinely good friends with Edward Woodward via the early and weirdly accessible days of fandom. Also how, due to a series of improbable events, she briefly became a portrait-sketch tutor to an artistically inclined Mountie.
Between these stories and struggling to write a memorial statement for G for the memorial next Monday, I am all agog at how improbable and ludicrous and lovely humans are and how little we can guess at any of the stories behind the faces we wander past every day.
Was that BBC show called Black Books?
I got mad productive this evening! I realized at like 4pm that I hadn't done this work thing so I frantically did that, and then rode the panic energy productively until almost 7PM. And then after that I paid bills, updated Mint, submitted for FSA reimbursement, and then did my taxes!
Suddenly it's 10PM and I haven't eaten dinner. Oops. Thought about going to bed without, but am heating up TJ's hatch green chili Mac and cheese. Bed on an empty stomach is a no.
(I wish I could be this focused and productive all the time!)
First day the kids are back at school and it's a 3-hour early dismissal for snow. There goes all of my plans to get work done this afternoon!
Just to show it's never too late, here's a video of the swearing in of the Grand Canyon's newest Junior Ranger.
