On October 3rd at 9:00 AM I get find out my employment status. Do I have a job? What is it? Or am I FFFIIIIIIIIIIIIIRRREED!!! The Mothership has been an interesting place to work for sure. I've had my ups and downs (many more ups than downs) but I'm not ready to leave quite yet. Most of my gripes apply to corporate life in general and not so much my employer. Although lately I wonder if I wouldn't be better off elsewhere. It's so hard to say. More on that another time.
So I'm not going to go into a "Mothership reflection" or anything because I'm not planning to go anywhere. Sure, they can send me packing in a few weeks but I'm predicting that they will not. I kick too much ass (kidding). Trouble is that it isn't that simple. Regardless of proficiency with my projects or good reviews I've always received, I can get let go anyway. See, it's up to a handful of people that don't necessarily know me that well. There are politics, legal considerations, favoritism, incompetence and other factors. This person makes too much or we need more of that ethnicity or sex or he doesn't kiss enough ass or I never really liked him/her or whatever. Seen Office Space? It's not too far from it. I'm being cynical as usual. The process works in a lot of ways. Many of the folks that are let go should be. It's just that it isn't perfect and how could it be.
In summary, folks in like positions are being skill assessed based on criteria supposedly pertinent to our respective job types. Those assessed higher will stay and those lower will go. Now consider the aforementioned filters, flaws in the assessment process and a heap of other factors and ANYTHING GOES. So we shall see. I'm confident but I may be logging into my blog that fateful Tuesday afternoon to blog about how I have no job. The implications of that could be quite large but that would remain to be seen. I'd like to stay but I refuse to worry too much about this. Like Allison says, why give it that kind of power over your life. It's true. I look at my wonderful, beautiful wife and adorable little baby boy and think, my job is stupid. There are thousands of them. Bye bye.
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