Still, I was being pretty ridiculous. So I went into a long weekend seething with resentment that I was being held accountable for my timesheets, a very weak tool measuring in painful accuracy, my attendance. My performance is also measured, but less frequently and with better-designed paperwork.
Then, I watched a lecture on Oedipus from Peter Sruck's Coursera.com course on Myths from Greece and Rome. Oedipus' story is amazing. Peter brought out the question of Oedipus' responsibility. Here was Oedipus meeting a man of his fathers age on the road and, over the issue of who should step aside, killing Lais (his true father) and his whole retinue. I had been thinking about the Oedipus complex of irresponsibility and wondering why I was so much closer to Oedipus than Oddyseus. This moment crystallised it. Even if I am in the right about the uninspiring leaders, the naff prescription of measures and mechanisms that are not applicable to my type of work (I am not manning a desk for a shift, I am solving problems), I still believe I should get out of the way of the silly old king when he asks. And that gave me the key.
I have to love work charitably, not Libidinally.I am not going, ever, to get a glandular charge from doing what these guys ask. It will always be disappointing. But I shouldn't make these guys die in a ditch defending their stupid practices and total lack of vision. There are times to represent that, but stepping aside, just going along a bit more, out of charity for their feeble age might be the answer I can live with.