(Christ. Is that all you talk about anymore?) Yes.
Anyway - the most annoying thing about my job isn't Nemesis (a genuinely nice guy if you can get past the Boston fandom), or the fact that I don't know what I'm doing yet. (Which isn't nearly so annoying as much as it is frustrating - from the get-go, I've been a high performer/achiever in almost every position I've taken in the past, and to be crippled constantly by bouts of ignorant dumbassery is really a tough pill to swallow.)
Rather, it's the proliferation of these posters:
The sentiment is all well and good, and if they stopped there, that'd be fine. I like my Uncle Sam almost as much as Yosemite Sam.
But.
They then go on to attach any number of commands on the end of it:
(at the security manager's desk) I WANT YOU to wear your badge!
(on one of the exit doors) I WANT YOU to make sure this door latches shut behind you!
(above the can repository) I WANT YOU to recycle your aluminum cans!
And so on and so forth. And they're all over the fucking building.
Gawd.
On the other hand, if this is all I have to bitch about, then it must be going pretty well so far. And it is, if I weren't beholden to ignorant dumbassery. They tell me that the magic number is 6 months - at 6 months, a switch flips on, and I'll go, "Ahhhhh! I get it now!" Or not. We'll see.
(not yet at my desk) I WANT YOU to learn about the exciting world of project control!
I just want me not to suck.
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