Sunday, June 28, 2020

It's Not About the Money

No, I'm not [loyal]. I'm just not interested.

John Watson, BBC's Sherlock S1E1

I don't like working overtime. Especially "mandatory" overtime.

Appending "mandatory" to the fore implies there's some penalty for not showing up, and when no penalty follows, do those who do show up deserve the term "gullible"? Or are they merely less willing to take chances with the state of their employment?

And "quarterly" mandatory overtime is even worse, especially when it's scheduled on the last day of the fiscal quarter. To me, that implies poor planning on the part of management: that they consistently fail to schedule their time and fail to complete their quota within the allotted thirteen-week time frame, of which the deadline should come as no surprise.

All of which doesn't express in any way why I don't like working overtime.

I work one forty-hour per week job. It took me a long while to get here. Gone are the days when I needed to work two or more jobs, clocking in sixty or more hours a week. And also gone is my energy to do such trials. Forty hours a week is exhausting enough.

My distaste over overtime isn't about the money. Money is always nice, and overtime pays time-and-a-half (and sometimes more). But some things are more important than money.

Like recovery from the past week. That's something that no amount of money can buy.