The Client Said “It’s Just a Quick Edit” and Now I’m in Hour Seven
By Ken Hollow, freelance prisoner of pastel purgatory The text came in at 8:14 a.m., right when I was pretending to do my morning routine…

By Ken Hollow, reluctant novelist of corporate fiction
Performance reviews are supposed to measure your work. In reality, they’re creative writing assignments where everyone pretends. You pretend you’ve “grown.” Your manager pretends they’ve “coached.” HR pretends this whole charade matters. It’s fiction — bad fiction — written under fluorescent lighting.
The first chapter is always the self-assessment. You log into the cursed HR portal and answer prompts like, “Describe how you embodied company values this year.”
Translation: Write corporate fanfiction starring yourself.
It’s not evaluation. It’s improv theater with a word count.
Next comes the manager’s novella. A mix of vague compliments and backhanded critiques:
Managers write like they’re trying to win a Pulitzer in Ambiguity. Nothing specific, nothing actionable — just vibes.
Then comes the arbitrary rating scale. One to five. Meets expectations, exceeds expectations, blah blah blah. Everyone knows:
One year, Nana reviewed me. She gave me a Moon Phase Rating System:
Honestly? More useful than the corporate system.
This is the part where managers turn into creative writers. “Growth areas” are just made-up flaws to fill space:
They invent weaknesses so they don’t have to give you a raise. It’s world-building for denial.
Performance reviews don’t measure work. They measure how well you can write bland fiction in corporate dialect.
Performance reviews are novels no one wants to read. They’re creative writing exercises disguised as accountability. Managers write fanfic about your “growth areas.” You write fanfic about your “leadership skills.” HR binds it all into a PDF and calls it development.
If they really wanted an honest review, it would just say: “Work got done. Pay this person fairly.” But no, we’re stuck roleplaying our way through “corporate Hogwarts” once a year.
Ken Hollow, reluctant novelist, one-star character in HR’s extended universe
Hi. I’m Ken. I run Two Second Solutions, a one-man agency that somehow landed a fox spirit influencer as a client. I drink too much coffee, blog when I need to vent, and regularly update my résumé just in case she sets the office on fire again. I’m not crying — it’s just spell residue.
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