A friend forwards me an e-mail sent by his company's office manager:
Hey everyone. So Thursday, November 27th (Thanksgiving) and Friday, November 28th are company holidays, therefore you are not required to work. That being said, we have a [crucial customer event] on November 29th so I know that there will be people who will be working. If you intend to work in the office on Friday, November 28th please let me know. I will collect the information and pass it on to those who may need office support that day. For the record, I will not be working. Thanks, Nancy
Yes, Nancy is shirking on Nov. 28th, but she's making arrangements three weeks in advance, by God.
During these lean times, we all have to watch to make sure we're not sending the message that we're simultaneously disengaged and desperate. (Times being what they are, it would be hard not to be some combination of these things; but—again, times being what they are—it's important not to let anyone know.)
I'm beginning a list that I hope we'll all contribute to:
How know you might be coming off as disengaged or desperate or—dangerously—both:
• You've been wishing people "happy holidays" since Halloween, hoping they'll stop bothering you with new work requests until January.
• Every time you talk to your boss, you find some way to mention your kids. Sometimes you slip up and actually refer to them by name: "Mouth to Feed Number One," "Mouth to Feed Number Two," and so on.
You change your voice mail to one of those infuriating “generic” messages, i.e. “I’m in the office but either on the phone or away from my desk…” in the hopes that people won’t bother to leave a message asking you to do something.
You find that you suddenly seem to have plenty of time to post smashingly witty, intelligent comments on the blogs that you regularly follow, despite the piles of paper growing in the in-basket, and you just have to hope that your boss doesn’t read those same blogs.
David Murray says
You WRITE the blog and hope your boss doesn’t read it.
You don’t answer your phone in the hopes that they’ll call someone else if it’s an emergency.
David Murray says
You have 17 e-mails open on your desktop, each waiting for the moment you have the energy to make your brain make your fingers type the shortest possible reply.