
So we had a little survey at work today... on paper. They've actually got someone flying around to all the locations and getting people to fill out survey forms. I won't bother going into how expensive and backwards that is, let me just sum it all up with a couple of excepts from my answers:
| Are you statisfied with your job? | <input ... >Strongly Agree <input ... >Agree<input ... >Slightly Agree <input ... >Slightly Disagree <input ... >Disagree<input ... >Strongly Disagree |
<td valign="top">Comments:</td><td valign="top"> ...the progressive and innovative company I once worked for has now become a joke worthy of a Dilbert cartoon.</td>
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Date: 2005-03-30 10:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-30 10:43 pm (UTC)Peter Gibbons: Yeah.
Bob Slydell: Great.
Peter Gibbons: Well, I generally come in at least fifteen minutes late, ah, I use the side door - that way Lumbergh can't see me, heh - after that I sorta space out for an hour.
Bob Porter: Da-uh? Space out?
Peter Gibbons: Yeah, I just stare at my desk, but it looks like I'm working. I do that for probably another hour after lunch too, I'd say in a given week I probably only do about fifteen minutes of real, actual, work.
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Peter Gibbons: You see Bob, it's not that I'm lazy, it's that I just don't care.
Bob Porter: Don't... don't care?
Peter Gibbons: It's a problem of motivation, all right? Now if I work my ass off and Initech ships a few extra units, I don't see another dime, so where's the motivation? And here's another thing, I have eight different bosses right now.
Bob Porter: Eight?
Peter Gibbons: Eight, Bob. So that means when I make a mistake, I have eight different people coming by to tell me about it. That's my only real motivation is not to be hassled, that, and the fear of losing my job. But you know, Bob, that will only make someone work just hard enough not to get fired.
Except, in my case, I've already been fired. The only thing I really have to do is kill time until my termination date so I can collect my severance.