I steer clear of workplace politics…. or rather, office gossip. The politics seem to work their way to me, and I know they have their place, so I don’t fight the system. If possible, I minimize their impact on me, and as *the* code monkey here at work, I’m usually really successful at it.
Until now
Today’s wise blogger knows that you’re never truly anonymous, and while I *do* believe in free speech, I don’t feel this issue’s worth getting in trouble over. I’ll try to be as vague as possible while conveying my frustration.
Nepotism sucks. Sometimes. What? I’m not a hypocrite. You see, nepotism can go either way, depending upon the quality of the seed. Ever worked w/ a shining star, only to find that there were more stars at home? Well that’s not what I’m chafed about.
I find myself handed the uncomfortable responsibility of invoking the inner developer out of the offspring of an important client. I can sense it in there, but it’s a raw, precocious child right now. Ironically, this is the week I’m to go to my VP to tell him that it’s time I conjure my own hand-picked Monkey, Jr.
I’m swamped.
I need the help of said spawn, but I have neither the time nor drive to run a Programming 101 course.
Remember when I said that office politics have a way of seeking me out? Well, I know there’s no way I can avoid this tasking, so I’ve got to figure out how best to utilize this newly-assigned exuberance.
No way to minimize the impact this time…