—not, for a change, aimed at me specifically, but a drag still: a few years ago we were issued ID cards with pictures, a magnetic strip stuffed with personal data, and an RFID chip. We've had to insert these into a card reader for access to our workstations; we will now be required to present them whenever we enter the building. Our comings and goings will be logged electronically: no more slouching in late and hungover for rc; no more sneaking out early now and again to avoid the mass transit crush. I confess that I have not taken my notional hours seriously for years: as long as I meet my deadlines, I feel that I have done all that conscience requires. Times past, this has kept me busy nights and weekends (in the early nineties I did one thirty-six hour "workday," although I confess to having dozed beneath a conference table between hours 22 and 25), but I have never begrudged that, and under former regimes management tacitly returned the courtesy. Not no more. Shucks.
Again, this was not aimed at me in particular, but it's going to land, and sting.
cordially,
Again, this was not aimed at me in particular, but it's going to land, and sting.
cordially,