Silverstorm

Silverstorm
A representaion of my dragon rpg character

Thursday, July 15, 2010

Work Ethics

I know that compared to people my own age i tend to have a more 'old school' work ethic. Work is work, it puts the money in my pocket, and a roof over my head, not to mention my internet and the food in my stomach.
So I call in sick only when I am really sick. The few times I have called in because i just didn't want to go, I can count on one hand, and that spans thirteen years of work. Now the number of times I skipped class in college, well that's different. I may not like my job or some of the tasks, or even dealing with customers, but if it keeps me warm dry and fed, then I have to put my all into it.

This brings me to my point: people who come to work drunk and/or hungover.

Do it once in a while, even once or twice a month (the hungover part) and fine big deal, so you look like you may have the flu and get sent home. However three times in one week tells me something. It says you have no respect for your job, and you don't care about your job. So to stand there and complain about your lack of hours is, well, laughable. Managers are going to give hours to people who do the work and show up able to do the work, not the one who repeatedly has 'the flu'.
What could make this worse? Well what if the worker in question is under age and doing this. Well then it isn't smart to talk of your partying habits with your superiors, and be surprised at an hour cut.
One more topper on this one, the person in question just got their visa renewed so that they can live and legally work in this country.

I chalk this rant to shooting yourself in one's own foot co-worker. All I can say is she will have many a problem the day she gets pulled over by a cop and has to show all her paper work, especially since they are really cracking down on drunk drivers in this country.

Perhaps tomorrow I shall have something more interesting to speak of. This thing has been bothering me since it happened last week, and i had to get it off my chest.

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