This is the time of the year where 60% of the bell curve are angry. We work in a large, really large bank where we have formulas and geometrical curves to decide on ratings to reflect how we worked the whole fucking year. Only 20% of the many thousands of workers would get the top two ratings. The next 60% are mediocre and last 20% will be probably asked to leave.
I am sitting with Noopur in the canteen trying to listen to her ranting about how can she get a rating of 3, which is just average. Someone told me that when a girl is angry, you should just listen to her.
I too wonder... wtf, she did perform well. She got all the new projects. She even got a junior before all of us.
It was 7PM and time to go home. I could not leave Noopur alone when she is so depressed and angry. I decided to drop her to the hostel.
Life is so unfair, man. She actually worked hard.
Noopur sure has the guts. Next morning when I enter the office, I see Noopur arguing with our super boss with full gusto. I am sure she has all the arguments to fight for a better rating. I know for certainty that she can argue more convincingly with someone who she thinks is a loser and an irresponsible jerk.
Suddenly it struck me that once I was pissed off with Noopur for her ambitious mean self and I had mentioned that to our super boss..