Steak Snabler
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DeskMonkey1 said:You have the worst luck with MEs, Batman.
Batman said:DeskMonkey1 said:You have the worst luck with MEs, Batman.
like a drunken ex-girlfriend stumbling to the door at 3 a.m.
Batman said:Our ME has been doing them since last summer, but as far as I know they're not tied to anything. They've only been brought up, one way or the other, a couple of times, and it usually hasn't been in a negative way. I think he's just using them to keep tabs on who's staying busy and who isn't.
Now, that said, he has done something in the same vein that makes me want to see him hit by a bus.
Earlier this summer, I came in early on a Saturday. The plan was to do one of our high school football teams' picture day in the morning, write some tab stories for a few hours, then go cover a youth baseball tournament in the afternoon before coming back to put the section out in the evening.
shirtty, long, 15-hour day, but it was planned for. I had the day before off and he said OK to it earlier in the week. I wasn't complaining about it. I've done it plenty of times.
I grabbed some lunch on the way back to the office from picture day, and ate while I wrote. I never clocked out since I basically just went through the drive thru. Baseball ended up getting rained out, so I wrote a story on that from a phoner along with three other stories from picture day and still did the section and still worked 15 hours -- without a break. My meal breaks were the drive thru stop I never clocked out for, and eating leftovers at my desk.
ME calls me into the office on Monday and reads me the riot act, accusing me of "wasting his time." Somehow, me working a 15-hour shift with no breaks, in which I wrote four stories and paginated a six-page section was taking advantage of him. Apparently, since the baseball tournament was rained out I didn't still have all of that work to do. In his mind, since I'd told him earlier in the week that it was going to be a 50-hour week based on what there was to do, I was determined to get 50 hours and milk all the overtime I could (for the record, I ended up around 47 hours for the week).
I told him, basically, bullshirt, and that I could account for every minute of that day without shame.
Big mistake. The next day he created a spreadsheet that I have to fill out with what I do every 10 minutes. This is now part of my daily routine and, ironically, adds about an hour to my total time worked each week.
He said it was going to be part of a larger project to make everyone more efficient, but almost two months later I'm still the only one who has to do it. Even the girl who forking fell asleep at her desk three times in the month she's worked here isn't subjected to this.
Every time I have to fill this thing out -- and I know he's not looking at it, but I've had some issues with him recently and I'm afraid to just leave it blank or go over his head with a complaint -- it crushes my soul a little bit more.