Salary means never worrying about overtime
At 7:00, twenty minutes before I left for the night, our fearless CIO, Beany Countwell ("I'm a numbers man. Just show me the numbers") stood in the lobby of our building, pontificating on the virtues of putting in a few extra hours of overtime for the good of the Company.
I was working late, writing test cases for a server migration that someone realized THIS WEEK had to be completed before the end of the year. Nice save, someone.
I ought to be working them now, since I have to be finished before the end of tomorrow, and I'll be baby-sitting a consultant of dubious competency all day. I'm afraid I'm not highly motivated to put in much more overtime tonight.
Blow it out your ass, Beany.
I was working late, writing test cases for a server migration that someone realized THIS WEEK had to be completed before the end of the year. Nice save, someone.
I ought to be working them now, since I have to be finished before the end of tomorrow, and I'll be baby-sitting a consultant of dubious competency all day. I'm afraid I'm not highly motivated to put in much more overtime tonight.
Blow it out your ass, Beany.
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