Bitches bitch'n'

Open goal

My line micromanager has shared his goals with his team, so that we can align ours with his. Whelmed, I am not.

There was a time, and place, when goals were stretch targets, above-and-beyond the day job. They even had a handy-dandy acronym, SMART, although I cannot, for the life of me, remember what it stands for.*

His goals amount to little more than doing the the day job. As such, they're not so much goals as expectations. It's not completely his fault though, all that he's received from his manager is a deadline. Which only goes to show how many shits are really given about this charade upstairs.

Given that the whole thing's a bloody waste of time, I'm not going to argue the toss. I've just finished writing my job description as a list of goals. At least it doesn't require creative thought. Job's a good 'un. (thumbup)


* M, measurable; R, relevant. 2/5, yay me!