I wasn’t the one to explain this, but it went down really well:
We had some turnover at work and my coworker Carl ended up as supervisor in charge of the group.
Carl quickly hired an old friend of his to fill the spot he had just vacated and, while Jeff was certainly qualified and knowledgable about the technology he was working with, his work ethics sucked. Jeff was constantly coming in late due to heavy morning traffic, leaving early to beat the evening rush hour, calling in sick due to migraines, allergies, family members’ illnesses, and so on – that or he was working odd hours (like starting at 10pm) and letting people know that, since he had worked all night on some obscure networking problem, he was going to catch some sleep during the day and would therefore be unavailable. During the time he was in the office with everyone else, he was telling jokes, pulling practical jokes and pranks, reminiscing about fads and television and jokes and pranks from decades gone by, singing just loud enough to distract the rest of the group around him, or (during his more focussed moments) whispering or mumbling to himself about the steps in his process or plans or lists or whatever he was working on. I never could prove it, but I was pretty certain Jeff was exploiting the company’s Exempt Workers policy## by (for instance) starting at 10pm on a Wednesday and working until 2am Thursday and counting that time as having worked for four hours on both days.
Anyway, it was mid-November and Jeff hadn’t slacked off for a while when he suddenly announce to everyone within earshot, "Geez I’m exhausted! I need a vacation – hey, I wonder if I have any PTO$$
accrued. Then he checked the payroll system and realized he had saved up two days worth of time to play. Then he looked at our group calendar in Outlook and said, “Hey, guys? Would any of you object to me taking…umm…the last two days off in two weeks?”
Rob, who sat behind him, was the first to respond, “Umm…that shouldn’t be much–”
I quickly whirled around in my chair and the movement caught Rob’s attention. I winked at him while projecting my voice through the cloth cubicle wall that separated me from Jeff and said, “Wait a minute. I was planning on taking that off!”
“Oh, you were?” Jeff asked and I could hear him clicking away to see if he had missed anything on our group’s personnel calendar. There were only five of us, including Carl, so it wasn’t difficult to see all the entries.
“Yeah.” I whined, “I’ve been planning to take that time for a few months now.”
“Oh.” Rob chimed in, “Well, Grestarian does have seniority over you – I mean I think Rick and I can handle it 'cause it should be pretty slow, but if he’s gonna take it you probably should come in those days.”
“Yeah,” Jeff argued, “but I don’t see anything on the calendar. You snooze you lose, buddy. I’m gonna take those days!”
“Naw, that’s crap, man!” I protested while hearing Jeff quickly typing up a Request for Time Off into the payroll system, “I’ve been planning to take that since Easter!”
“Too bad, pal!” Jeff called back to me, “You snooze…” and I heard him loudly punch Enter to send his request for our manager to approve, “You lose!”
“Wow!” Rob marvelled, “That’s pretty cold, Jeff.”
“Seriously,” Rick chimed in for the first time that morning, “that’s pretty low.”
“Hey,” Jeff argued, “I saw the calendar, I saw his name, he’s got nothing blocked off. I just got through the process faster. Maybe he should have put in for it last Easter like he said.”
Rick and Rob shook their heads and sighed, I made a few grumbling sounds and went back to work.
Half an hour later, after our boss had returned from a meeting and was catching up on his emails, he opened his little office door and called out, “Jeff, come talk to me.”
We all knew what it was about, and Jeff proudly stood up and walked toward Carl’s office while saying “Hey, I called it! There was nothing on the calendar yet, so I booked those days.”
“Well I’m not going to approve it.” Carl replied very calmly.
“Aww, come on!” Jeff insisted and his voice, which was usually pretty loud anyway, was carrying beyond the five of us and catching the attention of the rest of the department, “Did Grestarian rat me out? You’re letting him pull rank?”
“Rank?” Carl asked.
“Seniority, whatever.” Jeff replied, “But there was --”
“This has nothing to do with Grestarian.” Carl clarified, “I’m just not approving your request.”
“Dude!” Jeff argued. By then he was standing at Carl’s door but was arguing loudly enough for everyone in the department to hear, “I’ve got the time, I need the time, and I --”
“Dude!” Carl drowned out his friend, “You can take the time, but why are you insisting on burning PTO on days the company’s going to pay you anyway? That’s Thanksgiving weekend!”
There was about five seconds of absolute silence as the revelation sank in. Then everyone in the department started laughing. Jeff blushed – probably from head to toe – and walked out of the office. Five minutes later he walked back in and admitted, “Wow! You guys got me good on that one!”
—G!
I can’t explain the time it takes
to make you understand…
–Robin Zander (Cheap Trick)
Never Had a Lot to Lose
Lap of Luxury
##work 4 hours or more and you get paid for a whole 8-hour day, largely because we know most of our exempt people eventually have to put in 18 hour days to handle emergency situations
$$PTO = Paid Time Off