False positives
Let me get this out of the way – I’m a huge loser because I love where I work.
Whew, that’s a relief. It’s not that I love my job – I go back and forth on how I feel about it,
This is vaguely sinister.
as some tasks are awful and unpleasant and some are a lot of fun, as I imagine most people feel. But I have an immense amount of pride in the corporation I work for, which is probably just a symptom of my personality.
Heather and I have gone back and forth on it – there’s few things she loves better than psychoanalyzing me, apparently – and she thinks it’s totally naive to place such trust in an employer, but then, she’s traditionally worked in careers where pinballing around between positions is totally natural. She’s come to have an innate fear of having to leave, or being raided by the FBI, or whatever, whereas I have been snuggling up to the deceptively warm bosom of corporate America for 5 years now.
I received an award last night, partially deserved, for the work I did on a project in 2009, and it was part of a big ceremony including dinner at the Radisson, rah-rah speeches from senior management and a lot of hand-shaking. And as much as I’ve cynically sneered at polls that said employees value recognition more than money, when I was given my little 6″ x 6″ glass circle with my name embossed on it, I felt totally validated in my role.
Maybe it’s symptomatic of my personality, like I said, but I’d like to believe some people feel this way about their employer, lame as those feelings are.
