fine whine

My day-to-day job sees my flying a desk for a major garment company. I play low man on the totem pole. Naturally, when one of our factories is looking for a fall guy to cover for sliding deliveries, they come to me. I'm still green enough that I don't see completely through the wool they pull over my eyes, but not so much that I don't know that something's going on.

I maintain that I'm not there to play politics but just to do my job. To me that's simple, but apparently to want to just do my job doesn't cut it. I needed to fabricate some career aspirations for my recent performance evaluation paperwork and now came this, this, annoyance. I'd let it ruin my day, but when it comes time to go home I leave my business in my cubicle, because it's just that: business.

I won't deny that the intrigue gets tiresome and the games tedious. As long as I recognize that people are up to something, though, I will survive. And I am making a buck or two along the way. I just would like to know if they're setting me up for more responsibility or an ulcer.