My wife came home yesterday from her new job with an amusing story. Apparently, someone at her workplace went to Siena, and was telling her coworkers about this weird guy that she knew, who ran around campus in a trenchcoat with a big cat-in-the-hat style hat. "That's my husband!" Minna announced.
Now, this girl wasn't someone that I actually knew. Our overlap was only for a few months- she entered school as I was leaving, but she did work ITS which means we had met at least once or twice. She predicted that I wouldn't remember her, and was correct. But... what really gets me is that she was telling a story about me, to other strangers.
It's just weird for people you don't know to be telling stories about you. This isn't the first time that happened, but the first in recent history. It just weirds me out, in a good way.
A day late, and a dollar short, but yesterday was Nikola Tesla's 150th Birthday. I hope he is enjoying a long and profitable life in whatever alternate Universe he translated himself to.
I'm well overdue for an annual review at work, and so the process began today. Normally, it's a short process, but we jawed for nearly an hour and a half, and things still aren't hashed out. The fact of the matter is that I'm a great instructor: classes go off well, I teach a variety of classes and am always expanding. To quote from Snakes on a Plane, "I'm very good at what I do." I pull my weight as a team player, always helping sales guys close sales, etc.
But the perception is that I'm a "Rebel". This perception exists, in part, because when there's a policy I seriously disagree with, I will openly state my disagreement. Because unless something is specifically required of me, I won't volunteer for it. For example, we have to wear these asshatted lanyards with el-cheapo print-out name tags in them. Incredibly gay, moronic looking things that carry all the professionalism of a Best Buy employee. At first, it was expressed simply as "we are going to do this," which wasn't the most explicit ruling, so some of us instructors ignored it. Nothing negative happened for a while. Then I was specifically confronted by the Ops manager, who said that name tags were required- and I agreed to wear it. Later, he complained that I wasn't wearing the lanyard- in true Office Space fashion, I asked if this was a requirement. He evaded that question, and since I was not told I had to wear the lanyard, I did not.
This created friction among the Sales staff, since they were under the impression that it was- despite no one ever saying so. Now, it has been expressed to me as a requirement- an extremely moronic requirement, but a requirement. So I will do it.
People get the impression that I'm going to take issue with any policy that's going to require me to change what I'm doing. This is false- I'm only going to object to policies that are: poorly implemented (most of them), poorly explained (all of them), poorly concieved (more than half), and generally bad (a little less than half).
I don't mind being branded a rebel, but I wish it were for something more signifigant than treating my job like a job, and more or less wanting to be left alone to do my job. I don't want to be involved with the monthly contest to earn the privlege to drive the BMW. I don't want to socialize with my coworkers- with the exception of the few that I honestly grow to like as a person. It's a job. Nothing more. My day ends at 4:30, and I don't want to see those people again until 7:30 the next day.
I remember the days where I was, what I consider, a rebel. Days where I was actively trying to stir shit up, draw attention to what I disliked, and at the very least, make people uncomfortable with the status quo. Days where I'd get a hair up my ass about the zaniest injustices and cause no end of problems (for myself and others). Now, I just speak bluntly in staff meetings, and don't always do what I'm "supposed" to, and that's apparently enough to qualify. Oh, I guess my wild shirts and long hair help me stand out a bit, as well as my dedication to protecting my "off" time as much as possible. And my disinterest in the little jerk-off games that are played by Sales and Management.
Of course, none of that has any impact on my job performance, or my ability to help others do their jobs. Bah. Perhaps I should really start rebelling.