When it comes to jobs, there are a few basic tenets I tend to adhere to:
1. Do excellent work.
2. Get it done on time.
As much as I am disenchanted with my current employ this is still my modus operandi.
I also abide by the notion that as long these two things are happening, if you work an extra 30 minutes one day and don’t claim overtime, then that time is yours to take another day. It saves paperwork. It helps maintain a sense of autonomy and self-direction. Many would argue that this kind of workplace flexibility (the trendiest form of which is probably teleworking) also makes for happier, more productive employees.
On that note, there are few things that burn my butt more than Office Police. You know the type: they’re like gophers, popping their heads over the walls of their cubicles to see whowhatwherewhenwhy at the slightest indication of movement beyond their beige, fabric-covered dens. These are the coworkers who have a photographic memory for clocks and can tell you what time you arrived, when you had lunch, when you left at the end of the day, and how long it took you to go take a piss. And if the time in between doesn’t add up to your daily 7.5, god help you ’cause they’ll rat you out.
So I don’t know which Office Police squad member got their knickers in a knot and started stirring things up, but the Sheriff of Officetown (i.e., our boss) had a huge hissy fit today. All employees were told the following: lunch is 30 minutes. Breaks are 15 minutes x 2. Breaks include the time spent getting water from the fountain and trips to the bathroom. Lunch and breaks are not to be combined into a one-hour lunch. If you want a one-hour lunch, you make up the time at the end of the day.
My lunch hour is no more. It’s half a lunch. It’s a lunch ho.
I’m sorry, but this pisses me off.
If I really needed someone to dictate and monitor my every move, breath and fart in order to ensure that I had a productive work day, I would be a piss-poor employee. If I was THAT incapable of managing my time and ensuring that the powers that be got their money’s worth out of me, I never should have been hired in the first place.
This is not day care, it’s a workplace. And rather than improve productivity, these kinds of edicts do nothing but piss people off (thereby making them extremely UNproductive). It’s such a back-asswards and archaic mentality…gosh, no WONDER it’s so prevalent in the public service.
Is my letter here yet?