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I’m getting a little reckless, drunk with power and foolish enough not to look out for my own best interests. Or is it just the opposite? Maybe I’m finally sticking up for myself, and maybe that means that sooner or later I’m going to get what I want. Or it might just be that things are going to get a little better.
I’m not really worried about the cost of my sudden attack of boldness. I’ve been working at the same job for eighteen and a half years, and the only time I’ve ever truly felt my job was in jeopardy was in the early nineties, when the whole company was in trouble. We came through that, and I learned from it. I learned how to make myself indispensable.
So now, when someone asks what I really want, I tell them. And when they ask what part of the job I hate, I tell them that, too. I told Tim today that I hate (yes, I used that word) filling out bid forms for government agencies. It’s tedious, it’s time-consuming, and if you keep asking me, eventually I’m going to tell you.
Whether all this brutal honesty will get me anywhere, I don’t know. I’m looking at two government bid forms that I have to fill out over the next week. What I hope is that word will get back to the Boss, and he’ll find someone else to do this distasteful part of my job. Hey, it could happen. |
