Tuesday, November 02, 2010

A Pity Party of My Very Own

I was invisible all day. In fact, I think I've been invisible at my office for some time now. I don't whine, I don't make noise, I just go in and do my job. Every day. Day after Day. I'm really good at what I do. But nobody seems to notice. If they have a problem I could help them with, I am invisible. Without exception, they turn to a coworker who has been there longer. I call her the martyr.

Maybe it's because I have such a mundane job. Nobody wants to know how to streamline operations. Nobody cares that I have ideas that might save us money and time. And if I shared my ideas, the first person they would turn to for validation is the martyr. The martyr would then, promptly and energetically, tell them it just can't be done. The conversation would go no further.

Oh, and adding to the drama, our company is on the market. In three or four months, we could have new ownership that eliminates the advertising jobs. I guess that would kind of be the ultimate streamlining move - eliminating the department. Intelligence is not a prerequisite for buying a company. It is only one prerequisite among many for keeping a company profitable.

Hmmm. Money, brains and a vision. I've got two out of three.

1 comment:

Tami said...

Thinking of you today. I saw the article in the NP. I hope it means good things for you and your job. We need to do lunch soon. Call me. ((hugs))