who’s report is that? its not mine
I normally don’t write about work here because, well, work is work and this is a personal site meant to clear my head, have a little fun, and grow a cult of followers, like you, my tens of readers.
However, I’m going to part with that rule for today because of something incredibly, ahem, blonde, I’ve done.
Several weeks ago, the reports were printed for my sales numbers for the month of January and they were dismal, embarrassing and worthy of scorn. Then last week, while I was in the office, I noticed a stack of reports on my manager’s desk that included all account activities for my sales code for the past five (5) years. The sight of this sent me into complete panic mode and propelled my mood into this strange alter universe where life was a dark place indeed. I feared that management was researching my work over my tenure and was about to make the decision to cut their losses and replace me.
This afternoon, I briefly stopped into the office to pick up some paperwork and was caught up in the middle of a conversation between the Big Boss and the Inside Sales person discussing this very report. She was asking the Big Boss if the report was his since my manager didn’t request it and was wondering why it was on his desk.
It was at this moment, that a light bulb of floodlight proportions, bright enough to light the inky depths of the cold dark Atlantic snapped on in my head when I realized that this was a report that I, myself had requested, only it wasn’t the report I had requested because I asked for a summary styled report and not a full detailed activity report.
A week of anxiety relieved and a weight off my shoulders.
I can go back to work now.