How time flies! Today my boss took me out to lunch to discuss my first 90 days on the job. What is it about “performance review” that makes me hear that deep, solemn “dum-dum-dum” sound effect after it, that ominous noise announcing impending doom for our clueless heroine?
I’ve had a ho-hum, flippant attitude about my last several years’ worth of jobs, seeing as how they were predominantly punching a clock and collecting a woefully inadequate and malnourished paycheck. I’ve contemplated whether I could strangle myself into at least blissful unconsciousness, if not death, at the worst of the worst (working for a health insurance company) and have spent weekends scouring classifieds for something, anything, in greener pastures through most of my past positions.
But this one is different. Very different. Ninety days later, I still walk up to this building and stroll into my new office with a sense of gratitude and pride, because I busted my ass to land this job, and it’s far more professional and rewarding than anything I have done in recent history. I still have mornings that I groan and would prefer to curl back up and go back to sleep instead of getting dressed and heading to work, but there are no more days that having the flu, food poisoning, broken bones, and multiple paper cuts all over my body all at once sounds more appealing than dragging myself to work.
During lunch, I kept waiting for the inevitable negative feedback, something I’m not doing right, yet it never came. My boss actually told me she already sees that I will advance from my position, and our focus will be determining my best fit.
Say what? After dead ends like my last job, I almost kissed her.
Driving back to the office after lunch, my well-trained eye spotted a yellow Volkswagon Beetle. While driving with the kids and Gary, we practically use night-vision goggles to be the first to call “Punch bug!” and give a lucky individual the obligatory whack, and out of pure reflex, I almost yelled, “Punch bug!” and slugged my boss’ arm. Wonder how different my review would be if I wasn’t able to stifle the urge?