When I arrived today, I was told by my cubicle-mates that they received a stern talking to this morning. There have been "lots" of complaints about the temps in our cubicle talking too much, too loudly, and not being porductive. If we were caught talking to each other again...and this is a quote...we would be fired.
Tomorrow was supposed to be my last day, but I think I'm going to spend the rest of today cleaning off my desk, cleaning out my mailboxes, and then sending out an e-mail to the few friends I've made here saying bye and offering my contact info. I'm honestly at a loss for words to describe how much I completely hate this place. I've never been treated so poorly in my life, and I worked at the newspaper for three years. Those of you who knew me during that time, understand how big a statement that is for me to make.
I just need to make sure I can afford to miss tomorrow, but it's looking like that might not be a problem.
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For example. She seriously injured her leg, like nearly completely tore her achilles tendon in half. She couldn't come in because she's pretty much in traction for a couple of weeks, so she offered to work from home. She went to many lengths not only to get her laptop ghosted to the company network, but also to set-up a broadband connection at home.
They then expected her to copy them on every e-mail she sent, send proof of every task she completed at home, and call them at least once an hour to see if there was anything urgent that needed her attention. She was trying to do this, but given her state, I was amazed she was even trying to work at all. After going through all this to try to help them, they told her she wasn't providing sufficient proof of productivity from home, and forced her to take short term disability.