The other day me and a few coworkers were chatting with a manager and the topic of "managers lie" came up. My manager asked who lied so I told her-
"To start off with, I can't pull punches or it'd make me twofaced. For ages now you've told me 'we're transferring you to the exit door (a cushy job where I could bring a book and read during downtime) over and over. It's been three months, and I'm still in the deli."
She was taken off guard and defended herself "Well they don't want to just shuttle problem employees from one department to another. Who else lies?" And I told her about the managers who kept saying "we'll fix this, we'll fix that. Policy's changing people! There's a new sheriff in town!" and the topic digressed into something else.
Now- I wholly agree that I'm a 'problem employee' because I've learned the system and bent it to my will. For example, my job pays you at 15 minute ticks. And you can't get a writeup until you're 8 or more minutes late. So since I found that out, I've been showing up 6 and 7 minutes late and leaving 7 and 8 minutes early. And this has gone on for ages.
But managers aren't supposed to tell you that! In telling me that, she took away the carrot on a stick. I've genuinely been working harder, going out of my way on behalf of BJ's. But now there's no longer a carrot or a stick... and there was never a rod or a lash because short of assault or getting caught stealing, nobody's ever been fired (they've only quit).
So at first I was hurt- wounded that I was labeled a "problem employee" and I'd never leave the deli... but then I slid more into the additude of Peter Gibbons from Office Space.
I work at a comfortable pace because the savages will wait as long as they're made to wait.
I stroll away to the bakery a few times a day for my afternoon cookie.
And nothing that job can throw at me can stress me out.
Of course it helps knowing I won't work at that pit for the rest of my life.