So it's self-evaluation time here at work.
I don't know how it goes at other worky places, but at my job it means HR sends out a form with categories such as "Team Work," "Communcation," and "Job Knowledge." We then get to assign our awesomeness (or lack thereof) a numerical value from 1-5 in each category. The final result is a (hopefully) double-digit number that is then submitted to your supervisor as proof of your job skillz.
This self-eval also happily coincides with annual review time, so you get to find out rather quickly just how differently your supervisor ranks your abilities.
Supervisor-Type Person: Alycia, I noticed you gave yourself a "5" for 'Productivity & Initiative'. Could you explain why you graded yourself so high?
Me: Oh, well since I have put in more than my fair share of hours over the last year, I thought it appropriately reflected all the work I've been doing. You sign my timesheets, so you must know that the last time I worked only 40 hours or only 5 days in a week was sometime in mid-2011. I've also done a lot for the facility during the expansion, helping keep things organized and running smoothly, even though we all wanted to cry most of the time. *uncomfortable laugh*
Supervisor-Type Person: mmhmm. mmhmm. Well, I gave you a 2. Would you like to know why?
Me: Uh, erm, yes...?
Supervisor-Type Person: I know you think you've been working a lot. And you obviously think you've done a lot for the group. But the fact of the matter is, you could do more. Remember that day last month you left early? Well, that shouldn't be happening...
Me: ...my grandmother died...
Supervisor-Type Person: ...especially when we're so busy. Take a look at Jen - she worked 96 hours last week plus took data home to review.
Me: But she collapsed from exhaustion and ended up in the hospital.
Supervisor-Type Person: Excellent dedication. SHE deserves a 5 for 'Productivity & Initiative.'
Me: -_-
When my self-eval was all said and done, I had given myself an overall score of 27, which basically meant I gave myself '3's on almost all of the categories. I'm not one to toot my own horn, ya know?
After I submitted it though, I got to thinking (dangerous). To toot my own horn for just a sec, I am one of the hardest working people person in my group. My general lack of sanity/free time is an excellent indicator of this fact. So that being said, if the hardest working individual in the group is giving herself THREEs, then how are the ahem, slackers, in my group scoring themselves?
I admit, perhaps I should have given myself higher marks, but when it comes right down to it, all the crazy/horrible/stressful hours and work I put in are my job, so is extra recognition really warranted for only really doing what is necessary?
Grammar.
I love it, I hate it, it makes me twitch. Mostly, other people's improper use of the English language makes me writhe in agony. I admit, I make my own mistakes when it comes to what's correct and what isn't, but seriously people, WHAT THE HELL.
Maybe it's my private school background that left me with the ability to discern the differences between to/too/two, their/they're/there, its/it's, and your/you're. Or maybe, just maybe, the rules aren't that effing difficult, and anyone with half a brain has learned said differences before the age of 12.
The whole shorthand texting thing also puts a real thorn in my side. Honestly, how difficult is it to type out whole words? I don't know about all of y'all, but trying to read some of those damned shorthand texts takes a friggin long time. Takes more thought to type that way too, if you ask me...
There's no real point to this post. I just needed to rant for a moment.
The end.
So as I mentioned in my previous post, I am currently being victimized by illness-making-beasties. In short, I hate my life right now. I was already sick three weeks ago, this mothafuckin cold snuck up on me like a goddamned ninja, and I have to sing my face off in front of my friends and family on Sunday. Therefore, I am less than pleased with my current health situation.
Anywhoo, I stopped by Stop & Shop on my way home from work today to pick up some delicious, illness-making-beastie-defeating orange juice since I have succeeded in downing two gallons over the past three days.
Don't judge me, I just really like orange juice.
As I'm standing in the juice section, perusing expiration dates and whatnot, this lady to my left all of a sudden asks me, "Do you watch Dr. Oz??"
Me: umb...no.
Lady: Oh, well I was watching it the other day and he was talking about how almost all orange juice is imported.
Me: Oh, uhmm...
Lady: Hardly any of it comes from the US. Only Florida's Natural comes from the states.
Me: *snot-sneeze-wheeze-cough*
Crazy Lady: Did you know that?!?! Can you believe that?!?! I will ONLY buy Florida's Natural from now on, you couldn't PAY me to buy JUICE that is IMPORTED.
Me: aye juss wan by joos caus ib sik
Psycho Juice Lady: Did you say something? I just can't BELIEVE that different countries COMBINE their JUICE into this IMPERSONATION OF ORANGE JUICE.
Me: I AMB SIK!! I JUSS WAN BY JOOS!!
I grabbed a gallon of Simply Orange and ran away.
Psycho Bitch Juice Lady obviously doesn't read my blog. Otherwise, she'd know how many of my Things-I-Don't-Wanna-Hear-About-Whilst-Sick Rules she just violated.
I am a miserable human being when sick. Definitely not one of those people who gets all nice and docile so all you want to do is take care of him/her. My normally bitchy attitude gets a lovely boost when I'm "under the weather,"* so people generally want to take care of me the same way you want to take care of a porcupiney-skunky-rabid-bit-of-roadkill.
Side note - what the hell does "under the weather" actually mean?! If I can blow snot rockets, hack up green phlegm, and sound like an 85-year old chain-smoking James Earl Jones when under the weather, then what super powers do I get for being "on top of the weather"?? Dumb-ass figure of speech.
In an effort to save humanity from my bitchitude, I have compiled a list of things I don't want to hear when I'm feeling less than stellar. This list actually coincides with things I don't give a shit about first thing in the morning:
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1. Anything about your (adorable) pet. No, crazy cat lady, I know this is hard for you to understand, but I DON'T want to hear about the 57 cats you have at home.
2. Anything about your pet's bowel movements. To be honest, I NEVER want to hear about your pet's bowel movements. I'm not a vet yet. I don't give a shit (pun intended).
3. Anything about the news and/or current events. I barely give a crap about the world's goings on to begin with, much less when my brain is fogged up with illness-making-beasties.
4. Your life. If you think that now's a good time to tell me your life story for the 9482753895th time, and ask my advice on whatever issue you're currently dealing with, you are sorely mistaken.
5. Your love life. Different than #4. I want to hear about your love life even LESS than I want to hear about your other goings-on, particularly if your significant other did something lovey-dovey-cutsie-wootsie for your anniversary. I'm single. Fuck off. (exception - if this lovey-dovey-cutsie-wootsie activity failed miserably and ended in hilarity, I'm all ears)
6. Details about your new craft project. ...no.
7. How busy you've been lately and omygawd-i-wish-there-were-more-than-24hrs-in-a-day. If there were more than 24 hours in a day, I'd be sick even longer than I'm going to be already. This is unacceptable. So are your opinions on the matter. I reiterate my comment from #5: Fuck off.
8. How sick YOU were last week and blah-blah-blah. I know you were ill - I saw you every day at work. You're probably the one who got ME sick. At the current moment, I hate you with every fiber of my being.
9. How swell your tropical vacation was. For the love of everything in the world, stop showing me pictures. My eyes are all goopy and crusty with god-knows-what, I'm sneezing all over your photos, and blowing snot rockets into my rapidly depleting box of tissues. How is this enjoyable for you?!
10. Celebrity gossip. Nope, just don't care. At all. Ever.
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Basically, it's just better to leave me alone. It's safer for everyone that way. I might offend your delicate sensibilities by saying something that I'll maybe regret later.
Since I'm such a nice person, I'll give you some free advice: I have very clear facial expressions - if you're talking at to me and I am giving you a look that says "eat shit and die," I advise you to cease and desist the current "conversation" and GTFO.
But bring me some chicken noodle soup first, please. I'm sick.
