The people I work for are stupid

BitVyper · 02-19-2010, 01:04 AM

So last week, I fell and hurt my shoulder while doing forced overtime late in the evening. No broken bones, but I couldn't really lift anything. The next day I let my supervisor know, and she gets bent right out of shape, starts all but accusing me of lying, and demands to know why I didn't tell a supervisor right when it happened. Apparently the fact that the last supervisor had gone home fully two hours before I fell was not enough justification.

Nevertheless, I go to the doctor with some paperwork, and the doctor says I'm on light duty for a week. She had offered to give me a week off to recuperate, but I figured nah, I don't want to put anyone out too badly.

The next day, I go to work, and apparently the fact that I had pointedly told my supervisors that I was unable to work the previous day due to my injury was not clear enough - they are shocked that I didn't return to do work after seeing the doctor. We get that resolved though, but then we run into another problem - apparently their own paperwork plus the doctor's note isn't thorough enough, and they need me to go back to the doctor with a new batch of paperwork to find out exactly what I am capable of doing. So back to the doctor I go, and we do the whole song and dance again.

I get back to work, and I find out I have a disciplinary meeting scheduled because they're trying to blame me as much as humanly possible (apparently, I should have gone to a friggin emergency room instead of waiting a night). They say it's just a mandatory thing, but I can't help but notice they didn't do any extra meetings the time I got an injury where I could have sued them for negligence. So we do the meeting, and the union pretty much proves it was just a waste of time.

Now, a week passes, and I'm off modified duty. Suddenly, I get more paperwork in the mail this time. So I go and wait two hours at the clinic just to hand fifteen minutes of paperwork to a doctor, and now we're here.

Lets take stock, shall we? For every page of paperwork the doctor does, the corporation is billed 55 dollars. When all was said and done, there were eight full pages of paperwork penned by doctors. Every time I go to a doctor, the corp owes me three hours of wage. That's nine now. Disciplinary meeting takes the time of two supervisors plus me plus a union steward, then there's the resulting fireworks display from that, and when all is said and done, this injury has cost a lot of friggin money. And for what? To waste my time? To waste the doctor's time? For the sheer euphoric joy of lighting money on fire?

What the hell?

Oh, and by all means share your own stories of retarded bureaucratic bullshit.

02-19-2010, 01:04 AM	#1
BitVyper History's Strongest Dilettante Join Date: Mar 2004 Location: Arcadia Posts: 6,662	The people I work for are stupid So last week, I fell and hurt my shoulder while doing forced overtime late in the evening. No broken bones, but I couldn't really lift anything. The next day I let my supervisor know, and she gets bent right out of shape, starts all but accusing me of lying, and demands to know why I didn't tell a supervisor right when it happened. Apparently the fact that the last supervisor had gone home fully two hours before I fell was not enough justification. Nevertheless, I go to the doctor with some paperwork, and the doctor says I'm on light duty for a week. She had offered to give me a week off to recuperate, but I figured nah, I don't want to put anyone out too badly. The next day, I go to work, and apparently the fact that I had pointedly told my supervisors that I was unable to work the previous day due to my injury was not clear enough - they are shocked that I didn't return to do work after seeing the doctor. We get that resolved though, but then we run into another problem - apparently their own paperwork plus the doctor's note isn't thorough enough, and they need me to go back to the doctor with a new batch of paperwork to find out exactly what I am capable of doing. So back to the doctor I go, and we do the whole song and dance again. I get back to work, and I find out I have a disciplinary meeting scheduled because they're trying to blame me as much as humanly possible (apparently, I should have gone to a friggin emergency room instead of waiting a night). They say it's just a mandatory thing, but I can't help but notice they didn't do any extra meetings the time I got an injury where I could have sued them for negligence. So we do the meeting, and the union pretty much proves it was just a waste of time. Now, a week passes, and I'm off modified duty. Suddenly, I get more paperwork in the mail this time. So I go and wait two hours at the clinic just to hand fifteen minutes of paperwork to a doctor, and now we're here. Lets take stock, shall we? For every page of paperwork the doctor does, the corporation is billed 55 dollars. When all was said and done, there were eight full pages of paperwork penned by doctors. Every time I go to a doctor, the corp owes me three hours of wage. That's nine now. Disciplinary meeting takes the time of two supervisors plus me plus a union steward, then there's the resulting fireworks display from that, and when all is said and done, this injury has cost a lot of friggin money. And for what? To waste my time? To waste the doctor's time? For the sheer euphoric joy of lighting money on fire? What the hell? Oh, and by all means share your own stories of retarded bureaucratic bullshit. __________________ "There are worlds out there where the sky is burning, and the sea is asleep, and the rivers dream. People made of smoke and cities made of song. Somewhere there's danger, somewhere there's injustice, somewhere else the tea's getting cold. Come on, Ace; we've got work to do!" Awesome art be here.