May 13, 2025
Yet another post wherein the OP has an incredibly miserable as hell sounding job 😔
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Yet another post wherein the OP has an incredibly miserable as hell sounding job 😔
Do you think that you have a miserable job?
Many years ago I attended the Center for Creative Leadership in Greensboro, North Carolina. There I was introduced to a series of books by Patrick Lencioni. I use one of them, ‘The Five Dysfunctions of a Team‘, regularly as part of module that I teach on Science Leadership and Ethics which is in turn part of a Continuous Professional Development (CPD) programme [see ‘On being a leader‘ on…
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Three Signs of a Miserable Job: A Fable for Managers (& Their Employees)
Three Signs of a Miserable Job: A Fable for Managers (& Their Employees) A #classic story describing how managers can provide job fulfillment to their employees - and higher results along the way #BookReview #ScottsBookReview
Most people fear having a miserable job, and some are stuck in this predicament. Even jobs with nice enticements like fame and money can leave employees feeling unfulfilled by meaninglessness. One person has a disproportionately large impact on this situation: the manager. She/he can help employees find meaning in their work. In this book, Lencioni describes how managers can gift this to their…
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Fracking
Click, tap, click, tap, click, tap.
Have you made it in today?
Twenty pairs of eyes scrutinize
Ravenous for gossip fodder
Throw the wolves a bone.
Piggy, apple in your mouth.
Pizza party, potluck, barbeque.
The labor force is hungry.
Rumor milling, fiction factory
Analyzing whispers buzz. A swarm:
Wasps zeroed on bait for animosity
What did they do this time?
Clap, Tick, clap, tick, clap, tick.
Shoes spanking soles like
A father’s hand against his errant child
The clock dissecting time into
Neat, miserable moments falling off
The roofs of ten story buildings.
Workers like little cogs, ready
On the edge. Silence, waiting for impact
Have I gone deaf? The errant child
Begins to shriek, or my ears are
Ringing. Hands. Picking. Nails.
Biting. Lips. Another cup of coffee.
Click, tap, click, tap, click, tap.
Punch-key precision sounds like
A gun cocking, held to the temple
Of hostages holding baited breath.
A cubicle, a cage. Inmates marching
In a tidy row, a calculator chain gang
Fracking human resources. Pick-ax
Striking spirits, red-tape tethered ankles
What did they do this time?
Today work somebody had a miscarriage in the bathroom and refused an ambulance, and there was a robbery at gunpoint across the street at the end of the night. I work at a grocery store, for fuck's sake, why can't good things happen here for once?
"There’s a common misconception that work is necessary. You will meet people working at miserable jobs. They tell you they are “making a living”. No, they’re not. They’re dying, frittering away their fast-extinguishing lives doing things which are, at best, meaningless and, at worst, harmful."
Adrian Tan