When I started here, I worked as hard as I could, proofing documents as fast as I could while keeping them at top quality (I’m a copyeditor). I would finish my work sooner than expected and ask for more work to do. My boss would either ignore me or ask me to wait a few minutes for a response and then never get back to me. I asked others in the office for help. It seemed that everyone was so busy that they couldn’t take the time out to give someone else some of their workload in order to alleviate their own. Then, a few months into my employ here, a new system of “goals” (read: quotas) was put in place in order to increase productivity. The weekly goal set for me was about the amount of work I could do in two to three days. For a while there, I continued working as hard as I could, usually exceeding my goal by half and at times doubling it.
We had weekly meetings to discuss who met and didn’t meet their quota and how close we were to the Main Goal down the road. I found my extra work going unnoticed. So the following week, I worked less hard, spent more time in IM, and got the same nod as I did when I had worked harder. So the next week, I worked even less hard, spent more time on IM and updated my journal more often, and got the same nod as I did when I worked less hard than I did in the first place. Finally, it got to the point where I stopped asking for extra work and spent enough time goofing off just to meet my quota at the end of the week, and it was as if I had done it all right.
I’m a bit of a workaholic. I get terribly bored if I’m not busy and working hard; working a lot and working well are very important to me. I’ve had a job almost continuously since I was fifteen, and have worked more than one at a time on multiple occasions, as many as three at once during my senior year of high school. Consciously doing a bad job was depressing me, and I was considering leaving. What is the point of going someplace to not work hard and not do a good job? I’d rather not have a job than go to work and piss around.
Anyhoo, what I’m worried about now is a.) how long will this last or is it only going to be a couple of days of me feeling good about my job before I hate it again, and b.) if things do keep coming up Milhouse, it will be kind of a bummer since I have become nice and fond of loading my friends page every seven minutes.