Two days ago I had a really great day. Today I had a less than great day. So less than great it required a grande margarita with dinner. My husband's idea. The man is clearly a genius. Although, it's really not hard to figure out that an adult beverage is in order when your wife comes home from work crying.
Turns out the higher up that told my boss to lower my performance rating, didn't appreciate it when my boss told her she decided not to go with that lowered rating. I'm told there was a lot of back and forth, some discussion and then the law got laid down. And that's when I got the world's most arbitrary rating accompanied by no supporting examples or any rational explanation other than one unpopular question I asked in a meeting. I kept my composure during the B in communication. It the C in leadership that broke the camel's back. Because last time I saw my review, there hadn't been any C's anywhere. So apparently protesting the communication rating got the leadership one lowered too. Makes perfect sense.
I can't decide if the goal of that move is to piss me off or motivate me to fall in line like a good mindless peon. I also can't decide what I'll do about it. For the moment, it's mostly making me tired and ready for bed.