...it sure is a nice day outside. Shamefully, I have to spend it sitting either here or over at my drafting table, doing my best to figure out yet another one of those imponderable sets of instructions given to me by my supervisor.
I know what the supersupervisor wants, sorta, and I know we are incapable of producing it. My supervisor is intent on giving the supersupervisor the exact same thing as last time (that caused such agony) but with much more content. Wrong, and more of it.
My part of this is even more odd, in that it really has nothing to do with the regulatory questions at hand--it's almost as though I've been added to the mix just to say we have maximum involvement of all personnel. Wrong, and more of it.
At least my supervisor had the wherewithal when he gave us our orders (such as they were, and such as could be deciphered), to understand that what we're doing--as hard and as fast as possible--is absolutely useless. Not that he thinks that we're doing the wrong thing--he still firmly believes that whatever he thinks he's told us to do is the absolute right thing, he just thinks that the supersupervisor just won't appreciate the rightness of it out of some deep-seated disrespect for our obvious talents. Wrong, and more of it.
It is very frustrating.
Posted by Terry Oglesby at September 21, 2005 01:16 PMDoes anyone working there remember the first rule of holes?
Posted by: jim at September 21, 2005 04:14 PMYou mean the one that says when you realize you're in one, you should stop digging? Or the one that says something naughty?
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at September 21, 2005 04:21 PM