Wednesday, January 12, 2005
( 9:22 AM ) teahouse
Selling the Soul
I've been stuck in document review hell all week. Depositions are looming, and everyone in the department has been yanked onto a case to help get the documents out.
The document review is all-electronic. Which means no papercuts, but also means that we can (and are expected to) review 24 hours a day - from our desks, from our home computers.
And the evil little computer program generates statistics. So everyone knows exactly how many hours you've been logged on, and how many documents you've reviewed per hour.
So it's become a sick contest - everyone wants to get their statistics up. I refuse to play this game. As a result, I have the lowest score. And have been taunted by my coworkers (sickos).
In other news, my salary went up.
I wonder how big of a check the firm would take to sell me my life back.