Fighting the Good Fight
I've done it again. I can't for the life of me tell you why I do it other than I'm a Dad, and when it comes to what's right and what's easy I try to teach my kids that it's the right thing that's worth doing. Always.
So I'm trying to suggest that things at work change. Not a lot. Just make us look at what we're doing. Stop and look at things. That's all. But I've been accused of being afraid that my job would be eliminated by the success of this one project. Even if this project was perfect... even if it did everything it was capable of, and then some, I wouldn't be worried. Why? Because I've talked to the management and they have me working on more things every day. I'm in no risk. Yet everything I say is going to be discounted by the people working on the project because of what they feel are my actual motivations.
So in a way, it's a sad statement of paranoia. They feel certain that I can't be trying to help them so everything I say is tossed on the floor. They don't stand a chance of getting better without some help, but they don't want to listen to me.
Still, because I'm a Dad, and I'd tell my kids to do the