I got my evaluation from work a few days ago and under the categories of “Fun” and “Friendly” I was given “unsatisfactory.”
Let’s back that up for a second.
I received a document that had been milled over by a team of managers, approved of by corporate, and then ratified by the human resources department to be used as part of my official transcript.
And all of those people, all those many hands that tainted that document, agreed that I, Max, was neither “fun” nor “friendly.”
“It’s not that you’re doing a bad job,” My boss said. “ You just look like you hate what you’re doing. All the time.”
She said this last part with a bit of an upward inflection, waiting for me to correct her. But I couldn’t really. I merely grunted and signed the bottom of the paper – making sure to make my handwriting devoid of any sort of “flourish” that might shatter my un-fun and hostile demeanor.
