The stories I have heard from far and wide would make the average analyst’s hair curl. And their butthole pucker. And their butt fall off.
If you haven’t experienced this particular variation on the old “but that’s the way we’ve always done it around here”, you just haven’t tried hard enough to fix something you should have left well alone. It’s often accompanied by the wide eyed piercing stare of death from the longtimer who always runs the report.
In the manager’s shoes I’d never accept that attitude of course but then I’m a proper diamond geezer that way. Always kicking at the future’s door. Continually pushing for improvement and squeezing that last ounce of progress out of seemingly bone-dry sources.
“I shall wear no crowns and win no glory. I shall live and die at my post. I am the sword in the darkness. I am the fire that burns against cold, the light that brings the dawn, the horn that wakes the sleepers, the shield that guards the realms of men.”
And the best I can do is to not allow any of these god-awful frustrations to ever enter the lives of my analyst team.
This is the analytics manager’s pledge.
We don’t choose this life (anyone that does is a proper masochist) but we take on the burden anyway.
It’s what we’ve always done around here (oh godammit…)