Thanks For Nothing
I don’t ever really talk about work (as any good blogger knows not to do), but today I’m pissed (and not in the English beer-drinking sense). I was supposed to be in England for three weeks to work on a specific program. Instead I was there NINE weeks and I sort of ended up taking over leadership of another program happening at the same facility in addition to the program I was originally assigned to. I honestly think I was instrumental in helping save a program that is going to bring about $1million profit to the company.
Yesterday I was forwarded an email that was sent by the England project lead to my management team telling them what a stellar job I did for my lowly pay grade, and how I was a self-starter and took initiative and all that crap. He spelled out to them that they were lucky to have someone as educated and motivated as me and that they should reward me in kind. I was blown away! Coming from him it was quite a compliment and it made the whole trip worthwhile. He actually pinpointed myself and my friend J as two people who put forth extra effort.
Well, today I walk past my big boss (who I swear doesn’t even have a clue what I do there) and he asks me if I like baseball. I was so shocked that he actually spoke to me that I stupidly said yes. So then he thrusts two crappy upperdeck tickets into my hand for a monday night baseball game. No explaination. No “hey, just wanted to say you’re doing a good job”. Nothing.
A little later one of the other bosses went up to my friend J and I heard him giving tickets to J too. “You and Amanda did such a great job in England and we wanted to thank you.” This is one of the biggest companies in the whole world and all we get for putting forth a huge amount of effort, saving the company a TON of money, and giving up two and a half months of our lives is CRAPPY BASEBALL TICKETS? I’d have preferred that they just went on pretending that I didn’t exist.
well um…. you could always sell them on ebay
I could just picture those two bosses…big neanderthal types I bet. Why do many men have such a hard time communicating something simple like "job well done". Those tickets may have been ok for some backslapping jock type but not for you. You deserved more.
Ooooh, that’s low…
Hell, at least the England project lead appreciated your herculean effort. Shame how doing the right thing doesn’t always net a profit though. I don’t think two crappy balcony seats count as profit.
That’s always a crappy feeling, not being appreiciated. And even worse, them thinking that baseball tickets suffice as a form of thank you. Yea, I feel your pain. That’s why I opened my own business. When something goes right, I get the credit! Not some fat head with a bloated salary who takes the credit of all the hard working people who he/she believes to be "beneath" them. (You can tell I’m very passionate about this!)
And I agree with J. Star. At least you got recognition from the England execs!
Quit.
Seriously, you’re going to have some fantastic references. Why are you staying there? Do you like your job?
My boss came into my cube about 2 minutes ago (I had to minimize your blog), and told me that a project I busted ass on looked "pretty decent." I asked him what was wrong with it that it was only decent (yeah, feeling a little ballsy now that I’m OUTTA HERE!), and he said nothing. "Pretty decent" is all I get?
Anyway, as soon as I decided to quit (I haven’t even done it yet), the only thing I could think was "why didn’t I do this earlier?" Plus, the only way to make a major jump in salary is to switch companies.
Nerdbomb! You’re it.