whoo wee.
home a little earlier for once. Got a miserable 2 hours off in recompense for an accumulated full day's work.
On Monday I was asked to stay and work late, just as I was pushing my chair in, PC already shut down. Only a little while, I said. I hate last minute plans. Yesterday after lunch, they asked me to stay until 9PM. Shit. I officially get off work at 5.30pm. And that's just this week.
What's wrong with working late, you say? Nothing. I've done it all my life. When you manage people, so many things crop up during the work day that reports, proposals, vetting and checks on data integrity are left for after 6PM and I pulled 12-14 hour work days very very often.
But now, when I'm just a grunt, I've no intention to sell my soul to the company as I once did.
And my gripe?
Damn, the asst mgrs have no concept of manpower planning. I'm not even supposed to be officially on the call centre floor. I'm officially still under training. And you come to me to at the last minute to cover for someone?
Something's not right here.
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