Tuesday, August 21, 2012
Your mouse tastes like yesterday's pasta bar.
When I was an admin assistant we received one hour of vacation for every two hours of sick time we cashed in. The result was that every so often one of my bosses would show up, lean over my shoulder to look at my computer screen and make sure I was typing up their work or meeting minutes, and then cough so hard they put spit on my glass. As I became less enamored of my job and knew my time was limited to less than a year or two, I'd get up, go find my ultimate boss, and tell her I was going home. It helped that I was officially half time despite working full time. No one really argues with you much when there's spit on your computer screen. Someone should be at home. Either the sick person. Or everyone else.
We recently had a developer come in sick and spread some disease. But I'll give him credit for just being young and not knowing any better. That doesn't help the team that ended up having developers fall like dominoes, but at least they knew it wasn't about trying to bank vacation at everyone else's expense.
Title: Your mouse tastes like yesterday's pasta bar.
Snarky: How'd you like to reduce your velocity?