This is a hell story from my Horders Days. Everybody was assigned a book section. It was our responsibility to make the section good; alphabetize it, flush it forward etc. Managers were always on our ass to get the section in ship shape. "You need to own your sections!" They would tell us.
It was during the dead season, so I attacked Travel with a will. Alphabetized by country, then by writer. Flushed it forward. Cleared, primped and pretty.
I sit back, wipe my forehead, and happily prepare myself for what basically amounts to maintenance work for the next few months.
I come in the next day, "So Ilia, there's been a shift in assignments. We're no longer having you do travel. The cafe is responsible for that now. We're putting you in Psychology now."
Me: "...I jut finished busting my backside to make Travel look good. Why are you taking it away?"
Manager: "Because the Cafe needs to maintain a book section too, and now that Travel is in good condition, it will be easy for them to maintain it. They're always so busy that they don't have a lot of time."
Me: "So don't give them a book section then! They're already too busy to do a good job."
Manager: "Everyone gets a book section, no exceptions. You're in Psychology now, so I expect you to devote as much time, effort and love on Psychology that you did in Travel."
Fuck you. Fuck you very very much! Why should I devote time and effort and love in Psychology?! I did that to Travel, and you took it away from me and gave it to people who likely won't look at it longer than five minutes a day! I busted my ass, worked hard, and lost it. Why should I lift one fucking finger toward Psychology, when you punish hard work, reward indolence, and won't even acknowledge what I did in the first place except to take it away?
Needless to say... I didn't. I played at it, but never wasted my time like that again. Why would I?