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On the weekend, everything became clear.  Play more.  Then Monday, at work, I make the statement.

"You weren't like this a few years ago.  You've let this place consume you."

"Just the politics of it."

I go back to my office to fill out the "Self-Appraisal" form that is due today.  It goes to a supervisor who will tell me if I am full of shit or not.  No.  That is not accurate.  Tells me if she thinks I am full of shit or not.

Later, I see the fellow from H.R. who created the self-appraisal.

"I've just had the most scintillating three hours I've spent in a very long time," I tell him.

"Really?  What were you doing?"

"Filling out the fucking self-appraisal form you created to keep yourself employed.  You know, though, I was thinking about it afterwards, and I realized that if it weren't for such appraisal systems, none of the great, creative minds of the western world would have accomplished what they did.  Nope, none of them would have known what they meant to do.  The real genius lies with all of YOU throughout the millenia who have created these appraisal systems.  Boy oh boy, you've kept us focused."

He didn't care for that very much.  H.R. types aren't big on irony.

Great conservative corporate minds.  Yessirreebob, they've got a plan.  And outcomes.  You wouldn't believe how much time they spend with outcomes.  Some of the Goals and Objectives of the great artists and inventors are starting to draw attention.

Next time (if there is a "next time") I enter a relationship, we are going to do all of this, Goals and Objectives, Measurable Outcomes, Self-Appraisals, 360 Degree Appraisals, Final Evaluations, etc.  No kidding.  It is what made America great.