When I got married, my boss at Pizza Inn did me a favor and promoted me to assistant manager (a job with actual benefits), and shipped me off to Murfreesboro. Before I left the old Bellevue Pizza Inn for my new life, he took me to the side and said:
“The secret to being a good manager of people is sizing up each employee and deciding whether they respond to a kick in the ass or a pat on the back.”
Let’s just say, my current boss hasn’t figured that out yet.
My coworkers and I did screw something up. Nothing in comparison to the reaction we got. And I got it twice; once early, then once again when my coworkers came in (I have quite early hours).
I’ve learned that I haven’t changed a bit since middle school. When I was a youngin’, and my folks would yell at me, I would get my revenge by…cleaning the house. I would bury myself in completing a task I knew would make the people that yelled at me happy, and then some. Maybe I subconsciously thought it would make them feel guilty. It always made me feel better to immerse myself in housework, though.
I did the same thing today. I did more coding today than most programmers do in a week. I put us WAY ahead on a project we just got saddled with.
I am one weird dude.
Maybe it was my way of saying, “This is how good I am – you don’t want to drive me away”. I already have people from other departments making my job very “un-fun” for the first time, ever. We’re meeting with a bunch of them tomorrow. Yummy.
And now, my own department. My list of allies grows thin.
Vacation is two weeks away. Normally, I’m not an “unwind” kind of vacationer, I’m a “get out and do” kind of vacationer. But between now and then, I have several projects coming due, both at work and at home.
For the first time in my life, I’m going to go on vacation not as an adventure, but as a way to get away from it all. I don’t like feeling like this. Not at all.
Hopefully tomorrow, I’ll be in a better mood. Sorry, y’all.