Today, my company rolled out a productivity tool globally. This tool is going to capture every minute of every day that we are chained to our desks, determine the length of our pee breaks, flush out excessively long lunches and put an end, as they feel, to unproductive time spent at work.
The old me would have jumped furiously at this news. The me of yesteryear would have foamed at the mouth railing against corporate policy and about how big brother was breathing down our necks again. The old me would have begun looking for another job.
But today, there was nary a peep out of me. In fact, I welcomed the news with (pardon the rhyme) glee. Let me tell you why.
You see, in the past I was consumed with this overarching desire to rebel against everything in sight. Jeans only on Fridays you say? Well I’ll pull on my jeans on a Monday and let’s say what you have to say about that. Internal quality programme for us to ‘go green’? The only green I can see is all the grass this herd is content to be chewing. You get my drift.
Over the years, there has been a tempering down of this rebellious me. I find this term ‘picking one’s battles’ to be very suitable to a rebel stuck in a suit. So what if my boss enjoys cracking misogynist jokes? He isn’t a creep, and he has been a pillar of strength during my recent misery. So I’m not going to report his ridiculous sense of humour even though I will have a word with him about it the next time we exchange notes on the latest US series that has caught our interest.
Me. Friends with a boss of my own volition. That’s a first.
So what if my team has this annoying habit of picking the same folk over and over again for inter team activities so that it’s really the same bunch of people getting the glory for everything? This is the same team that helped me get rid of my borderline psychopathic client of three years so that I could move to a bigger and better client group where I can learn so much more.
Even though it’s really the same shit everyday.
I’m not denying that these things still bother me; they do. But I’m learning to take the good with the bad. Yes, I’m going to fight management on the partiality and the sexism. Eventually. But I’m going to do that while I’m on their side instead of going against them with my cardboard sword.
I sound pathetic to myself. But eventually even rebels need to grow up.