The New & Unproved Work/Job/Career Thread

[wease]

Yeah wease you’re too good for this shit and you need to get the f outta there before it gives you a heart attack or something

wease, what is your dream job? Please don't say recruiting or personnel management

Both of those are as low on the pole as possible.

[Chris_H_2]

Not paying them out their PTO is theft and they should sue you

I'm sure it's legal (ugh), but it's horrid.

This was quite a ride …

[The Argonaut]

Not paying them out their PTO is theft and they should sue you

I'm sure it's legal (ugh), but it's horrid.

This was quite a ride …

Maybe I'll lose the lawsuit but I'll at least make you feel and look bad on the way. It's the journey, not the destination

[Ello Sailor]

Asher Brockovich going for the jugular.

[Peeps]

itll take a good 2-4 years for the culture to change for the better

[bodysnatcher]

or one pizza party

[The Argonaut]

This should be considered an unalienable right. Our creator endowed us with this at birth



https://www.newyorker.com/culture/cultu ... un-at-work

[bodysnatcher]

Someone has a case of the Fridays

[spike]

or one pizza party

[dad]

Not paying them out their PTO is theft and they should sue you. Your contact says you need to give 30 days notice? That's bullshit.
Man, I hate wease's office. No offense, wease, but jesus

It’s not theft if they sign the agreement upon employment.

got him.

[The Argonaut]

It's still rather shitty, regardless. 30 days notice is really a lot to ask. The company is setting itself up to almost never have to pay people for time they earned but didn't use. Especially if it is not made clear to employees beforehand (as was the case here).

"But that's the rule" is the weakest possible response to a charge of cruelty

[spike]

is there a librarians union, argo?

[The Argonaut]

Most librarians and library workers are either government or university employees, so I think it's safe to say that most are in unions, yeah.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[dad]

this thread is so divisive.

[wease]

It's still rather shitty, regardless. 30 days notice is really a lot to ask. The company is setting itself up to almost never have to pay people for time they earned but didn't use. Especially if it is not made clear to employees beforehand (as was the case here).

"But that's the rule" is the weakest possible response to a charge of cruelty

The 30-day notice is for management positions and is pretty standard. For providers, most everywhere requires a 90-day notice because the hiring process takes so long for them. For everyone else we only require a 2-week notice. And if you want your PTO paid out, you gotta work out your notice. It’s not really that unreasonable.

And it is made clear to the employees. They just choose to either not remember it or ignore it. This person was told when she accepted her promotion. I know because I’m the one that promoted her and went over everything with her. She still expected it to be paid out. Not my fault she only gave a week’s notice.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[dad]

why do you all make wease explain himself?

show me a time on this board when he's been so unreasonable his character needed to be called into question--firing a pregnant woman does not count.

have you ever stepped into a role at work or elsewhere where you had to make sweeping changes because things weren't working out?

get ahold of yourselves.

sheesh.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[bart]

why do you all make wease explain himself?

show me a time on this board when he's been so unreasonable his character needed to be called into question--firing a pregnant woman does not count.

have you ever stepped into a role at work or elsewhere where you had to make sweeping changes because things weren't working out?

get ahold of yourselves.

sheesh.

What sweeping changes are you talking about? Waiting until people quit and then complaining about it?