Jo Bob
I sat here in this oblivious stare creating this scenario inside my head. Longing for the day of recognition from hard work I did today. Yet I realize that only those who suck up to the bosses soak up this beauty within the workplace.
And as I sat here picturing, imagining all the grand gestures I would give back, I slap myself into reality. Finding that my hard work only gets remarked on when I slack on it. Perhaps on those days I have just given up on trying to tackle my job and Jo Bob's. Deciding on just applying myself to my particular area.
At these times, always, is when the big hauncho comes along and decides to berate me for knocking off Jo Bob's tasks off my ever weighted shoulders. In these moment, any normal person, would storm off tell them off or explain to them. Yet all you can see me is repeatedly bowing and exchanging pleasantries to appease.
Why must I be coerced into thinking I am not important for the amount of work I have in my own areas? Why must my weights seem less harsh than Jo Bob's? I mean we are not the same person much less in the same area. Alas my breath and thought are wasted in trying to achieve some sort of understanding in how the big guys' mind work. Never to understand that I cram in my work load and Jo Bob's in a four hour array of rapid steps.
Ah and when the day is over my perfectionist attitude prevails this nasty chiding over how I got very little done altogether. And yet, I completed everything on my list and half of what was on Jo Bob's. Yet if you had given my work load to Jo Bob they would have cried for not even accomplishing two on their list.
Sadly that I hold this high standard for myself, this strong work ethic. Ah and to finally just unwind my voice into saying "no"the next time. The quick idea of that mention, oh how I laugh deep and hearty.
Just to imagine for a moment, I understand completely I am replaceable. I am expendable in the environment, industry I work in. So to explore the means of putting my blood, sweat and tears into a project seems quite asinine. So please forgive me when I say in four hours to be super woman, just a blink in an eye ever so much, is quite a remarkable task. I do not know many who can agree.
Yet as I sit here, striving to recall how I got reprimanded over the remaining listed items on Jo Bob's list. (And by all means, Jo Bob, worked today) I must ask why. What is in a manager's mind to keep Jo Bob in working when I do their job for them? What is Jo Bob's position if I am doing all their work load? And why, above all, when all is said and done, do you turn around and give Jo Bob credit for all their hard work, that they did NONE of? Why?
So in my moment of screaming inside of this scenario I have come to realize my work ethic and those of Jo Bob's and some management just don't mesh together. And sad to say I will not receive any recognition for my sweat and blood.
So now you ask, so why continue? Well as I stated before I must be a glutton for punishment. No seriously I have a very strong work ethic. And as much as I would like to just be nonchallent about everything, I just don't think things will get finished if everyone slacked like Jo Bob. So I am forever overachieving for no reason.
So now I just have agreed to disagree that I should start slacking. I can't seem to place that into my choices of life. And now all I can say is those days off soon to come will be welcomed in entirely. Nor will I miss having Jo Bob's work load pile up at their feet. For my mind is set on relaxation. Forget my number. No need to ask if I want the extra time, for Jo Bob does nothing and gets a sweet deal of pay and recognition.
I am set for relaxation, painting and car rides away from stress caused by loafing humans.
So currently my sighs are exhaled and the night closes down. The lights are turned off as I find my pillow and evenly fall to sleep.
And as I sat here picturing, imagining all the grand gestures I would give back, I slap myself into reality. Finding that my hard work only gets remarked on when I slack on it. Perhaps on those days I have just given up on trying to tackle my job and Jo Bob's. Deciding on just applying myself to my particular area.
At these times, always, is when the big hauncho comes along and decides to berate me for knocking off Jo Bob's tasks off my ever weighted shoulders. In these moment, any normal person, would storm off tell them off or explain to them. Yet all you can see me is repeatedly bowing and exchanging pleasantries to appease.
Why must I be coerced into thinking I am not important for the amount of work I have in my own areas? Why must my weights seem less harsh than Jo Bob's? I mean we are not the same person much less in the same area. Alas my breath and thought are wasted in trying to achieve some sort of understanding in how the big guys' mind work. Never to understand that I cram in my work load and Jo Bob's in a four hour array of rapid steps.
Ah and when the day is over my perfectionist attitude prevails this nasty chiding over how I got very little done altogether. And yet, I completed everything on my list and half of what was on Jo Bob's. Yet if you had given my work load to Jo Bob they would have cried for not even accomplishing two on their list.
Sadly that I hold this high standard for myself, this strong work ethic. Ah and to finally just unwind my voice into saying "no"the next time. The quick idea of that mention, oh how I laugh deep and hearty.
Just to imagine for a moment, I understand completely I am replaceable. I am expendable in the environment, industry I work in. So to explore the means of putting my blood, sweat and tears into a project seems quite asinine. So please forgive me when I say in four hours to be super woman, just a blink in an eye ever so much, is quite a remarkable task. I do not know many who can agree.
Yet as I sit here, striving to recall how I got reprimanded over the remaining listed items on Jo Bob's list. (And by all means, Jo Bob, worked today) I must ask why. What is in a manager's mind to keep Jo Bob in working when I do their job for them? What is Jo Bob's position if I am doing all their work load? And why, above all, when all is said and done, do you turn around and give Jo Bob credit for all their hard work, that they did NONE of? Why?
So in my moment of screaming inside of this scenario I have come to realize my work ethic and those of Jo Bob's and some management just don't mesh together. And sad to say I will not receive any recognition for my sweat and blood.
So now you ask, so why continue? Well as I stated before I must be a glutton for punishment. No seriously I have a very strong work ethic. And as much as I would like to just be nonchallent about everything, I just don't think things will get finished if everyone slacked like Jo Bob. So I am forever overachieving for no reason.
So now I just have agreed to disagree that I should start slacking. I can't seem to place that into my choices of life. And now all I can say is those days off soon to come will be welcomed in entirely. Nor will I miss having Jo Bob's work load pile up at their feet. For my mind is set on relaxation. Forget my number. No need to ask if I want the extra time, for Jo Bob does nothing and gets a sweet deal of pay and recognition.
I am set for relaxation, painting and car rides away from stress caused by loafing humans.
So currently my sighs are exhaled and the night closes down. The lights are turned off as I find my pillow and evenly fall to sleep.
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