Aha, they got me!
Although I very seldom have to work any overtime at my job, I was called on to work a half-hour of overtime last pay period. Just 30 minutes, no biggie. And I received formal permission to charge it, too:
Well, today the accounting folks pounced:
It’s the same amount of time as it would be in any other week, but because they had to give me a day off (stupid servicepeople-dying-in-wars, what do THEY have against the business owner???) their own rules exempt them from having to pay me time-and-a-half! You see, holidays are paid like work, but because we’re not actually suffering, they don’t count as “real” work.
Good shot, chaps!
I’ll have to amend the timesheet. After my supervisor rejects it, which he hasn’t been able to do, so he has a call in to the HR folks. But soon, the combined efforts of myself, my supervisor, at least one HR person, and several people in accounting will manage to save the firm the crushing expense of 15 minutes worth of my hourly rate (the “half again” part of time-and-a-half for the 30 minutes), while at the same time managing, in a small way, to make holidays a tiny bit less fun.