So my boss rolls up with this grand little proposal,, “We’ve had some issues on weekends,,,people working like clockwork every Saturday or Sunday,,,so I’m thinking it might be a good idea for all nine of us to rotate being here on a weekend. If everyone participates, you’d only have to do it once every nine weeks, and the upside is, you’d get a weekday off when you work that weekend"
I was off Friday, under the weather, trying to recover, and apparently some emails were flying around. So now she’s in the room with me, eye contact locked, and I’m doing my best to mask the internal scream.
Internally: “Absolutely not. My weekends are sacred. Not for negotiation. Not for rotation. Not even once every nine weeks.”
Externally: I played the thinking game. “I’ll consider it… planning on going back to school… Saturday classes might be an option… blah, blah, blah.” Classic diversion, buying time while maintaining operational discretion. Truth is, I almost never take a Saturday class unless absolutely necessary.
Most of the other nine are game, nodding in agreement. That leaves me as the lone sentinel of sanity. When she notices hesitation, she softens: “It’s optional… totally optional…” Ah yes, optional...the classic corporate olive branch.
The real reason for I resist,,, It’s the money. The pay cut was implemented, responsibilities shifted, yet the compensation did not follow the work. I am ready and willing to execute, to cover, to back up, to absorb...but I expect reciprocity.
Sacrifice without acknowledgment is a misstep in operational ethics. Time is currency, energy is currency. If the ledger isn’t balanced, the risk is mine, and I will protect my margins.
So until the compensation issue is addressed...until my time and effort are respected...I’m keeping my weekends sacred. No rotation. No compromise. The scales have to be even before the next move.
Am I wrong? .
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