I work hard and do my best, but I am not foolish; if my contributions are not recognized, I will no longer remain silent and vow to fight against injustice to the end.
As the team leader, my day begins with roll call at the morning meeting and ends with the filing of reports. The production progress of my two team members, the precise verification of raw materials, and the daily summary and analysis of data—these trivial yet interconnected tasks make up my daily routine as a grassroots manager. I thought that tightening the team into a single rope and ensuring that production tasks are completed with zero errors is the best interpretation of the word 'responsibility.'
However, when the year-end performance evaluation list was posted, that glaring ranking pierced through all my self-affirmation like an ice pick— as the team leader, my performance score was at the bottom, while the two team members under me had scores that were significantly higher than mine. At that moment, the constant roar of machines in the workshop seemed to fade away, leaving only the buzzing of my blood rushing to my head.
I am not convinced. This is not just about the amount of the bonus; it’s also a denial of my hard work over the past year. I found the supervisor and pointed to the score sheet, questioning how the so-called 'contribution level' was measured. The supervisor's response fell lightly: 'It is assessed based on contribution level.' Those three words, with no supporting data and no specific examples, were like an empty check, brushing off all my inquiries. This kind of perfunctoriness is even more suffocating than unfairness.
Carrying a belly full of grievances, I knocked on the manager's office door. I thought I could find a bit of justice, but what I got was even colder evasion: 'The supervisor has explained it to you, what else do you want?' This sentence was like a wall, completely blocking my chance to appeal through normal channels. At that moment, I felt not anger, but a sense of being abandoned by the system. The string of rationality broke at that moment, and I blurted out to this aloof manager: 'Don't give face and be shameless!' Then I slammed the door, leaving shock and stalemate behind.
But this breath, I cannot swallow. Sometimes, what we are fighting over is not just a few hundred yuan, but the most basic dignity as laborers. If our efforts go unseen and are belittled by others, it is not only a concession to others but also a betrayal of ourselves. Since the direct superior's channel has been blocked, I decided to present my experience to the company's vice president—who usually stays out of sight.
I calmly articulated the ins and outs of the situation, from the supervisor's vague assessment to the manager's evasive attitude. After listening, the vice president did not immediately express an opinion but called the supervisor and manager to confront each other face-to-face. Under the vice president's scrutiny, the originally vague 'contribution level' was re-examined. In the end, although the performance level could not be changed due to institutional reasons, the company provided me with an additional 500 yuan compensation to quell the turmoil caused by the unfair evaluation.
This 500 yuan, although late, seems somewhat helpless, but it is ultimately a form of acknowledgment. It acknowledges that my contributions in management should not be erased and recognizes that behind the phrase 'don't give face and be shameless' is the last cry of a grassroots manager when dignity is damaged.
This turmoil made me realize that in grassroots management positions, hard work is just the foundation; learning to 'manage the expectations of superiors' and ensuring that your management value is seen and quantified is equally important. But more importantly, it made me understand that maintaining my dignity sometimes requires a bit of 'burning boats' courage. Even if it’s just to fight for a breath, I want the world to know that we are not soft persimmons that can be easily squeezed. This five hundred yuan is not just some economic compensation, but a reaffirmation of my professional value.
I hope to transcend social classes in the field of encryption, although I missed out on tst, mubarak; 4, giggle; and Binance life, I'm here; but I believe I will seize a thousand-fold opportunity! I will turn my life around soon, do what I love, and stay away from those I dislike and the jobs I don’t want!
