Wilf received the e-mail telling him it was time for his annual appraisal.
He was never quite sure why anyone bothered. Last year he got a C, with some comments on his good work and one or two things to “develop”. The year before he got a C, with some comments on his good work and one or two things to “develop”. Last year the things to “develop” from the year before weren’t mentioned.
Snaking back through Wilf’s memory, he had only ever got a C. One year when a very nice lady from an external company reviewed the appraisal system, he was put in a small group with people from other departments he didn’t really know as “flatliners”. He wondered if this meant he was dead.
He was asked to prepare for the discussion with Marcie, his “line manager”. Marcie didn’t know what he did, because she worked in another building.
Wilf thought about it, as he did every year.
He had worked hard, put in his hours, put in some more, and been a good friend and colleague. He compromised when he needed to, and enforced the regulations when he needed to. He went to all of the drinks. Everyone liked Wilf. And nothing fell over.
He hadn’t broken a new market – Kelvin had done that.
He hadn’t hit a personal sales record – Arnie had done that.
He hadn’t seen a way to remove 30% of the production errors – Pippa had done that.
He hadn’t re-organised his team reducing costs by 25% and boosting productivity at the same time – Kelsey had done that.
He hadn’t discovered and fixed a glitch in the financial process that was leaking the company thousands – Corey had done that.
But he had worked hard, put in his hours, put in some more, and been a good friend and colleague. And nothing had fallen over.
Just like every year before.
This year, Wilf got a D.