More Than a Modicum of Mediocrity

Argh. Bleugh. Bhrhalh. The bile wants to rise and fly, to cover everything around me in this office where I sit and waste my life on most weekdays, and some weekends too. If I had to narrow down my few and sparse fears to the biggest one, I would say it is being infected by stupidity. And the second would be the slide in to medicority. This place offers high risk levels of both.

People, workers, colleagues, bosses, interns, almost everyone here seems to be in love with the job, bitches about it non-stop, but only in the most inoffensive fashion, and is entirely content with doing the bare minimum. Strange 'systems' are put in place that serve to complicate procedures needlessly, especially when there are many who can't tell their mouths from the posteriors of their superiors. Small surprise that, though, considering they spend most of their time so far deep inside someone else's arsehole that the darkness makes them feel nocturnal. Which also gives them a reason to say something like "I am so tired because I was up all night" and then use that as an excuse for doing even less work than they do.

Beginning of this month, the company handed out appraisal letters. Well, letters certainly, but appraisal, not that certain. Personally, I am not complaining since I have spent only a few months here. But it was easy to see the disparity between those who do their work and go home, and those who come to work and climb up someone's bumhole for the day.

Anyway, there was a lot of grievance relating to this farcical assessment of employees' performance, and as such, there has been a few resignations already, with some more on the way. What it means for me is that my workload increases, since there seems to be no move to hire any replacements. Which means dealing with, and coming to terms with, a lot more mediocrity and stupidity on a daily basis.