A Return to Pressing Questions
I just talked to our maintenance man, whom I will refer to as Will. Will is a joker, a funny man, and by that I don't always mean that he's funny. He's ex-military, and sometimes will surprise you with what he knows about what, and where he pulls it out from.
So Will was off to fix something, pushing his magic cart with bits of wire and a small stepladder and tape and lightbulbs and tools. He said he was planning to go to the bathroom, but he couldn't, as the housekeeper, to whom we will refer as Liz, had just started to clean it up.
"What do I write that down as," he said. He and I sometimes joke about stuff that needs to be done around the office, and the various bureaucratic ways they should be written down. "Bowel...Held Bowel, or Restricted Bowel, or something like that."
"Heh. You get worker's compensation for that," I jokingly asked.
"Restricted Bowel? Yeah," he said, matter-of-factly.
Ah! I didn't know about this yesterday, of course, when I wrote about the trial of waiting upon the phones with full bowels. Now I know what I'm due for the duress suffered in the faithful execution of my duties. They should compensate my Restricted Bowels!
I suspect they have maintained my ignorance about this pressing issue because I am a temp. There are certain things they have not bothered to explain, because they are details you go over with new hires, and not necessarily temporary employees. Case in point: today I filled out a survey about the Wellness program at the health system, because as an employee my boss wanted me to fill one out. As a half-employee, however, I could only answer about a third of the questions. I don't know anything about the Wellness program, so I wasn't the person to ask if it had impacted my job satisfaction.
I did write, however, that I'd be more likely to take an interest in my own Wellness if they were giving out free T-shirts.
So Will was off to fix something, pushing his magic cart with bits of wire and a small stepladder and tape and lightbulbs and tools. He said he was planning to go to the bathroom, but he couldn't, as the housekeeper, to whom we will refer as Liz, had just started to clean it up.
"What do I write that down as," he said. He and I sometimes joke about stuff that needs to be done around the office, and the various bureaucratic ways they should be written down. "Bowel...Held Bowel, or Restricted Bowel, or something like that."
"Heh. You get worker's compensation for that," I jokingly asked.
"Restricted Bowel? Yeah," he said, matter-of-factly.
Ah! I didn't know about this yesterday, of course, when I wrote about the trial of waiting upon the phones with full bowels. Now I know what I'm due for the duress suffered in the faithful execution of my duties. They should compensate my Restricted Bowels!
I suspect they have maintained my ignorance about this pressing issue because I am a temp. There are certain things they have not bothered to explain, because they are details you go over with new hires, and not necessarily temporary employees. Case in point: today I filled out a survey about the Wellness program at the health system, because as an employee my boss wanted me to fill one out. As a half-employee, however, I could only answer about a third of the questions. I don't know anything about the Wellness program, so I wasn't the person to ask if it had impacted my job satisfaction.
I did write, however, that I'd be more likely to take an interest in my own Wellness if they were giving out free T-shirts.
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