I had an indifferent day today. The work wasn’t indifferent. There was a lot of it, actually, and a significant percentage of it was remarkably finicky. The reason the day was indifferent was because I don’t feel like anything was actually accomplished.
Like a drop of water into a bucket with a hole in the bottom, the more work I did today, the more piled up behind it. I like to have rewarding days. I try to accomplish a certain amount of work, partly because it makes my bosses happy, but mostly because it gives me a sense of pride.
None of that today. I feel good that I got so much done, but I feel bad that it was so much of the small, mostly meaningless variety that I couldn’t put a little mark beside anything on my list to indicate a task done.
I think a lot of that was because I was affecting changes that were originally conceived in the mind of the marketing department, weaned and schooled in the legal department, and finally beat senseless by upper management.
I suspect that the rise in power of the marketing manager is directly proportional to the amount of television North American’s watch, perhaps with a modifier based on our consumption of fast food. Whether or not that’s true, sometimes we get fascinating glimpses into the inner workings of today’s modern corporations, and find ourselves scratching our heads wondering how the hell they make any money at all.