Performance reviews rant

If you have been a part of a corporate culture for a long time, chances are you have had performance reviews. And, you have had mandatory meetings describing the process.

Generally, the company comes up with a few 'traits' that you get rated against. They explain that they came up with these traits with some statement similar to this:

"We did a survey of top successful people both inside and outside this organization. We have found many traits that these successful people had in common, so those are the traits you will be rated against."
Okay, I have a problem with this statement. First, the purpose of a performance review is to determine how successful you are. I mean, that is the bottom line, right?

So to determine how successful you are, they evaluate you based on the traits of successful people. Let me ask you this question: How do you know the people you surveyed...were successful? How did you measure that?

Why then, are we not being measured by the same standard of success that got these people to take this survey anyway? Why develop a list of traits that are either generic or irrelevant? If 'honesty' is a trait that matters, wouldn't dishonest people tick 'honesty' in the survey anyway?

Also, were all these people in my job specialization, or were they all sales people, doctors, and car mechanics?

I mean I'll bet some traits are more important than others for each person's individual job title. My job requires absolutely zero customer interaction. I interact with DBAs, QA people, peers and management, but no customers at all. Ever.

Thus, a trait of high quality customer service is pretty moot one for me, wouldn't you say? I mean, it certainly doesn't hurt me to have it, but it doesn't help me be successful in my job nearly as much as it would to say...a receptionist or a helpdesk support person.

Or to give another example, being creative isn't really a big plus when you are dealing with Financial Systems. I mean hey, there were some big accounting people at Enron who got pretty "creative" with their Financials and I wouldn't call those folks "successful". And yet, if you are an Art Director...I'd imagine creativity being pretty important.

Anyway, my point is that any traits designed to measure every person in any given company are going to wind up being either too generic to be meaningful or so specific as to make them largely irrelevant to a large subset of the workforce.

Another stupidity that I hear a lot is this (though thankfully, this is not every company):

"Don't worry, the performance review is not directly tied to compensation"
My question: "Why the hell not?".

So basically what you are saying is not matter how good or bad I do my job, I go in the same pool as all the other people and we all get a seperate system for determining compensation. A system where a manager (or director...VP...whatever) assigns who gets what in terms of raises and bonus...which will almost always still be tied to performance, but not to your review (meaning you get absolutely no input at all into the process...).

How disappointing.

Here is my dream performance review process:
1) Manager presents you with a list of goals they want you to fufill over the next year.
2) At the end of the year you get graded on the goals you accomplished (or didn't accomplish).
3) Raises/Bonuses are divided based on the outcome of #2.

That. is. it. The end. No more writing up a paragraph on how you demonstrated each of the 5 'leadership skills' that the CEO came up with while high on qualudes at a management retreat three years ago (and of course spells out into a clever acronym).

Also, you will notice that this process requires very little interaction by the employee. You of course, will go over the goals set by your manager. Your manager will have to include you in the discussions based around how you will be graded at the end of the year. Mostly tho, the grades should be no surprise at all if the manager is doing their job and keeping up dialog on the goals in the 1 on 1 meetings.

But basically, come performance review time...you have basically 5-10 minutes worth of paperwork time.

It will never work out that way because HR people apparently have to justify their existence. This time is time that people that could be actually working, are instead writing a couple paragraphs on how they demonstrated "trustworthiness" over the past year. And of course, ranting about how stupid this crap is on the internet.

Blah...back to explaining how "accountable" I was in the past year.... /vomit.

MYSTERY!!

So the other day I was thinking about the Boeing Museum of Flight. If you have never been to this place, and you are in the Seattle area, you seriously have to go. Very fun.

Anywho, I hadn't been in quite a some time and was thinking of taking my Mom there when she came to visit later this month.

In fact... I tried to think of how long it had been, but my mind hit a blank. Have you ever run across a totally inconsequential fact that you cannot remember but it will drive you NUTS until you figure it out?

Yeah, this was one of those times.

I had a MYSTERY to solve!!

The facts I could remember (clues):
1) I went with my Mom.
2) My Mom has only been up to Seattle to visit me 4 times since I've lived here.

The first was when I was first stationed at Fort Lewis. I had just returned from Germany and instead of flying up to Ft. Lewis to report in for my duty assignment, I decided that it would be cool to rent a car and drive up.

Side Story: ROAD TRIP!!

I thought it would be really cool to go up as a family and take a look at the area. So I rented a car and my Mother, Sister, and two brothers all piled in and I drove to Washington. I think I scared my mother because I had just returned from Germany and speed limits...well, they just didn't apply to me anymore. RAWR!!!

We made it to Washington in 22 hours.

Now...for those of you who are keeping track, that doesn't seem like a land speed record, but in REALITY, our rental car broke down on the way up (broken accellerator...I wonder how that happened?) and we had to wait 6 hours at a gas station someplace off the highway in Northern California (in the middle of nowhere) for the rental car company to come out to give us a replacement.

Subtract those 6 hours and you can see we were flying low on the way up.

Side story within a side story: My mom got a ticket (for going just 70!!) in Oregon on the way back. haahhahahahaha

Anyway, that was just a side story. Where was I? Oh yes...

The other times my Mom has been up to Seattle was for my wedding, once when she drove up with Steven, and once when she drove up with my sister and her family.

In order to solve the grand mystery of when I had gone to the Museum of Flight, I followed up on the only clue I had...I called my mother.

She could remember going, but couldn't remember when. But...she asked Trina and Trina said she couldn't remember going. Ah ha!! The mystery deepens! If Trina hadn't gone, it could only have been when Steven and Mom drove up alone!

But...I didn't think that was it. I don't remember bringing MY kids with me. And Shana was sure she hadn't come with. I definitely had kids (and Shana) around when Mom and Steven drove up. And I'm pretty sure we would not have left them at home while I went to a museum. The mystery deepens!!!

So, I called up Steven. I explained the situation to him (and the critical importance that we get to the bottom of this IMMEDIATELY) and he couldn't remember the exact time either, but he was sure he went with us when we went to the museum (I'm starting to think we have all been visited by the Haitian).

But...what he could remember is that we went to go see Apollo 13, in the theater, afterward.

AH HA!!!!

A quick search on IMDB to find out when Apollo 13 was in the Theater and I find out it was in 1995! When I was first stationed at Fort Lewis!! Yay! I win! I have found the answer to life, the universe, and EVERYTHING (42).

Next, I call up my Mom to let her know that Trina is completely untrustworthy. She was there, at the Museum, in the conservatory, with the candlestick.

I win the game.

Rules are made to be broken

This blog has a pretty strict 'no pictures' rule, but what the heck...just this once. I'm currently writing a story to go along with these pictures.

First, I had my Daughter wear a tinfoil hat. Ever the accommodating girl (well, that and she is a ham), she posed for a pic on my iphone. Then...I based this drawing on it. :) And now you have my daughter being chased by aliens. I think she is going to make a great character for a story. But I'm probably biased, being that I'm her Dad and all. (BTW: I know I have very little artistic talent. It's just for fun, no need to get all mean about it. Sheeesh.)

It is funny because when she was really little, I'd tell her stories about alien invasions. To the point where she'd actually get scared of them and have nightmares.

I'm such an awesome parent.

Anyway, back to work... :P

Murderous hippy raccoon kidnappers

Yesterday I took a ride in a car.

It was a long ride.

The day before that I sat on my butt and played video games.

It was a relaxing day.

The day before that I left work early. My kids had a parent teacher conference. (I didn't go to it, but I still took off work early.)

They did okay.

The day before that I did stuff at work. I forget what I did.

It was pretty boring.

The day before that I walked 3 miles that I didn't have to. But I got a free ferry pass and I can get into Microsoft buildings now.

My feet still hurt though.

The day before that I prepped for the stuff I was doing at work on Thursday.

I still don't remember what it was.

The day before that I meticulously avoided doing any actual work, because it was Monday and I was tired.

That was my week.