Job description grumbling
So Monday afternoon, it was back to work at the apartment complex. More than a few friends have had a laugh or two about that, me being the “super,” and I’m not even sure what a “super” is. I know I’ll toss back a cold one with the folks who run this trailer park, just to get a straight on certain management procedures.
So one beautiful afternoon last week, part of the job description involved me hoofing it around the UT campus, putting up flyers “apartment for rent.” They skipped my idea of “cheap rent, close to campus,” and opted for some more tasteful lettering. But a job’s a job, and I did what I was supposed to do. Of course, we’ll all friends here, so I let them know I was going to add my “expenses” for the hike. I stopped at two coffee houses, and I just figured that they owed me for the coffee, being on company time and all, least they could do was spring for my traditional double cappuccino, right?
What’s a few bucks, besides, it was all carefully documented. No, really. It’s not like I was charging them mileage or anything, just a little bit of Kramer out in the beautiful autumn weather, pinning posters to kiosks.
$10, total. A measly $10. A mere $10. That’s only two stops along my way. And think: it added proof that I was there, right? I wasn’t just out meandering about.
This afternoon, during one of those “office to office” official communications, I got this terse, “You don’t really expect me to pay for this, do you?”
“Sure I do. It’s documented, you’ve got the receipts, I was there, it was company time, I mean, yes, I do think you’re supposed to pay for libations. It was hot day, part of that included a bottle of water.”
“Kramer? You can’t be serious. There are plenty of water fountains along the way.”
I’m working for peanuts. Worse, I’m working for the “Check Nazi.” I wouldn’t have used that expression before, but now? Denying me my valid, legitimate expenses?
You wait until next week’s scope goes up. I show them all a thing or two.
