performance review
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latest archive about email links yearbook japan photoblog wish list	Tue Apr 16 02 / 10:51 PM I never really think about my job. It's there, I go to it, I know how to do everything. It makes me money for putting in my precious time; doesn't seem like a fair trade. If time really were purchasable, it would sell for millions. Still, despite banality, despite settling, despite respect, I thought I was good at my job. In fact, being good at it was probably the only thing I liked about it. But apparently I am barely holding onto my job. I deserve no raise, no praise. My strengths are that I have the potential to be a good employee. I nearly cried in the review meeting. I'm nearly crying now, five days later. I cried on the bus on the way home, in the shower, and in bed. It was like Nicky and Carrie spontaneously leaving me friendless in grade eight. It's one thing to have a crappy job; it's quite another to be told you're not good enough for a crappy job.
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Lisa Higgs
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