The squeaky wheel
I'm trying to reach my inner zen, but having a hard time doing it. First, some background... on the GW (Aircraft Carrier), and in the Navy at large, there is some serious politicking at work. Advancement, and the finer things in life, are mildly based on how well you do your job, and majorly based on who you know. This is nicely illustrated with the Supply guys. If you're friends with them, you get nice perks like Aviator jackets (even if you don't have Wings), cigars and beverages, etc etc etc. Now, I happen to like those guys a lot and they were some of my closest friends, but it doesn't change the inherent nepotism. (To be fair, most of the jobs in the Navy came with your very own clique. I just happened to be an orphan.)
Fast-forward to the real world (sometimes, not so different from the military, but most of us don't work as much.) I've watched fellow employees make due with less (equipment, salary, etc) because they are not as assertive as the whinier, sometimes less intelligent, greedier counterparts. I've been pretty content because I feel like I make and have about what is proper with my station in life, and I speak up when I feel otherwise.
Where am I going with this...
Recently there was an instance of, once again, the squeaky wheel getting the grease, regardless of whether that wheel actually needed any grease. And it just pushed my Justice/Rage button. I hate it when people get things they haven't earned. And I know this is something I need to come to grips with internally, because no one else seems to care. So today I'm seeking my inner zen.
Fast-forward to the real world (sometimes, not so different from the military, but most of us don't work as much.) I've watched fellow employees make due with less (equipment, salary, etc) because they are not as assertive as the whinier, sometimes less intelligent, greedier counterparts. I've been pretty content because I feel like I make and have about what is proper with my station in life, and I speak up when I feel otherwise.
Where am I going with this...
Recently there was an instance of, once again, the squeaky wheel getting the grease, regardless of whether that wheel actually needed any grease. And it just pushed my Justice/Rage button. I hate it when people get things they haven't earned. And I know this is something I need to come to grips with internally, because no one else seems to care. So today I'm seeking my inner zen.
Oh, no you di'int.
ReplyDeleteBill said, "The first rule of being a supply groupie is that you don't ever talk about being a supply groupie." And he was wearing his flight jacket when he said it. :-)
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