…or something like that. Today was an exercise in the sucktastic; the sucktacular. Yesterday our team leader sent us an email — mostly he was the mouthpiece of our manager, our menopausal, bi-polar, cocker spaniel of a manager. The gist of the mail was that “others” in the department had noticed none of us there after 4pm and complained to our manager, and that we had to expect to work as many 9 hour days as 8 hour days, and that if we kept putting in 40-hour workweeks, we were going to be deep in the shit. Nevermind that we’re all salaried IT professionals here.
Then today our team leader…let’s call him “Dennis,” took the day off.
So today the four of us on the team pretty much bitched all day about having to generate the appearance of working by sitting our asses at our desks after 4pm, even though our work takes us around the company, so as to mollify these “others” who seem to have nothing better to do but wander around nitpicking other people’s habits.
And the expected overtime just galls me right to hell. When I was blackmailed into being salaried, our director in one breath said “since this is a lateral transfer, under the same manager, without a promotion, we don’t need to give you a raise” and in the next breath said “we expect you to work 10% overtime, do you understand that?” Let’s see…being forced to become salaried without a pay raise meant that through giving up my overtime and oncall pay, I essentially didn’t get a cost-of-living raise for 2007, which is when I became salaried. So I’m being paid for a 38-hour workweek, and being asked to work a 48-hour workweek.
It’s almost as if our managewhore said “my teams are growing too much morale…how can I kill that, and ruin my employees’ productivity by making them disgruntled? I know, I’ll send out another e-mail.”
On a different note, I drove across town after work to Autozone and picked up some air conditioning refills for the cars. It’s supposed to hit 89 degrees up here in Northern Michigan tomorrow through Monday, and if my wife drives the kids around in the van, they’ll all be really sweaty and irritable.
Food has become outrageous around here. My wife grocery shopped today…two weeks of groceries for a family of six plus my brother-in-law…$550.00. Granted, she stocked up on a lot of bulk items at Sam’s Club, so our next grocery trip should be smaller…but damn! I bought my first car for less than HALF that amount! Granted, the car crapped out, but then again, so will the groceries!!