Heh, just a quick note to let y'all know that a time-waster workaholic fellow employee got the wind taken out of her sails today.
She works long hours during the week - 9 am to 10-11 pm at night. But after the bosses leave at 5 pm, I'm not quite sure how much time she actually
works.I don't stay until 10 pm. No fucking way.
I work a little overtime, and will only work crazy hours when absolutely necessary.
But on a normal day, I stay an hour or two extra, mostly to clean up loose ends a bit better, so my OT hours are strictly dedicated, otherwise, why waste time socializing there when I could just go home?
Anyway, her attitude seems to be when the cat's away, the mice will play. She'll wait for the bosses to go home, then strolls up to my cubical and starts to chitchat about nothing, or comes to talk about a certain case - she doesn't exactly have a question or a problem, it's just something to do so she
looks like she's working, but in reality, it's just an excuse to get up and walk around and talk to people - and let the overtime hours rack up.
Hurray for her. But I stayed late so I can finish some things and leave. This habit of hers slows me down because I'm obliged to stop what I'm doing and listen to her - ignoring her doesn't help, I've tried - especially if it's even remotely work-related as we're two of the most senior people on the floor.
So, tonight, it's a Friday night, after hours, I'm trying to finish some quick tasks, instead I'm sitting there steaming, listening to her - and she's the Edith Bunker of problem explaining, giving you every little excruciating detail, whether it's important or not - I've tried before to cut her short to ask what she's really concerned about, but like a spring-wound toy, she'll answer my question, then go right back to where she left off and keep going. She's bragging/complaining about how she stayed until 11 pm the night before working this problem and...
BING!An e-mail popped up on my computer screen from one my upper bosses. It's addressed to her and me (she and I?) giving us a new list of files that need to be done - and oh, by the way, can we come in and work this weekend to help get the numbers down by Monday?
I wanted to laugh at the look on her face.
She works long hours so she can have her weekends off with a clear conscience and conviction that she has impressed the bosses with her dedication and exceeded their expectations. Then upper management slaps her in the face, showing that they don't give a rat's ass about what she thinks she's given them when the client demands come in.
The lesson I learned a long time ago at that place, is that if you work a little bit more every day, you're
expected to work a little bit more every day.
Now she's more aware of why I don't give a shit about working myself to death at that place.
It isn't appreciated.