Little background, I work in an office as a swiss army knife resource. I’m listed as a general researcher but I do everything from lit review for projects, proposal review, assessment deployment and development, literally anything that they need I do. This job was originally part time but I plugged away and improved/advanced so many components and moving parts that my old boss actually had enough evidence to have HR upgrade the position to full-time (with a five figure raise to boost). All while this is going on I have only assumed more and more responsibilities outside my listed duties, as well as developing protocols for performing the tasks in the most efficient/accurate way as possible.
Because I’ve technically been at this job for over four years, I know what I’m doing. In fact, my job repeats in predictable phases so if I wanted I could plot out every day of my job for the next three years and have to make minimal changes. I’ll say it, I’m good at my job. Damn good in fact. Without any hesitation I can confidently say I’m doing it better than anyone that has ever held the position before me. As a result of me continuously kicking ass, I’m constantly on top of my projects. I’m always hitting my deadlines without fail and my work is always of the highest quality. I guess I make it look easy.
And what does my new boss do…my new boss that doesn’t even work in our office….my new boss that doesn’t even know what I do…well he looks at me during my downtime (THAT I EARNED) and clearly didn’t like what he was seeing. He then schedules a meeting with my superior and asked IF I FUCKING HAD ENOUGH TO DO!!!!!!!!
He didn’t care that our office is in great shape despite being horribly understaffed. He didn’t care that he’s getting the most bang for his buck that he could possibly dream of. He didn’t care that he had a knife that was constantly sharpening itself in-between uses. He simply looked at me and everything I was already accomplishing and then asked if himself if he could pile on more. And the fact he made this ask when I wasn’t even in the room was the most disgusting aspect. Thankfully my colleague shut that shit down the moment he brought it up, but the fact he still considered that made me think so much less of him.
In conclusion, don’t do anything extra. Look busy 200 percent of the time. And always look like you’re always on the verge of a panic attack. Fuck those fucking fucks. What do I get for spending all that time trying to improve and be better? JUST MORE FUCKING WORK!!!!!