Sonic Economics
Apparently they're letting meout of work early today. I say "letting," but the reality of the situation is that they're kicking me out at 7. Evidently "we have to maintain consistency and bankers only work 38 hours a week." I pointed out that I worked 40 last week, and was told that's "the norm for training." I felt it undiplomatic to point out that I was still training on Monday, that training was three weeks long, and that I only received one 40-hour check.
I don't mind leaving early (though having to take my half-hour unpaid lunchbreak an hour from the end of my six hour day seems inconvenient.) My only actual objection is that it seems arbitrary. I have a lifelong crusade against underexplained rules. Now, however, is not the time. My luck hasn't been good enough to make any actual complaints about the source of a steady paycheck.
I realized this week, one of the things that makes this job seem strange, is that, unlike any other call center where I've worked, there's no music. No radios at desks, no piped in KS95, no corporate satellite holiday elevator music (literally, not even on the elevator.)
It's a little disconcerting by itself, but it's made moreso by my brain filling the silence with a loop of Pink Floyd's "Money" for eight hours a day.
I wish I had a giant, unwieldy adding machine at my desk.
I don't mind leaving early (though having to take my half-hour unpaid lunchbreak an hour from the end of my six hour day seems inconvenient.) My only actual objection is that it seems arbitrary. I have a lifelong crusade against underexplained rules. Now, however, is not the time. My luck hasn't been good enough to make any actual complaints about the source of a steady paycheck.
I realized this week, one of the things that makes this job seem strange, is that, unlike any other call center where I've worked, there's no music. No radios at desks, no piped in KS95, no corporate satellite holiday elevator music (literally, not even on the elevator.)
It's a little disconcerting by itself, but it's made moreso by my brain filling the silence with a loop of Pink Floyd's "Money" for eight hours a day.
I wish I had a giant, unwieldy adding machine at my desk.