Like a yellow snowball smacking you across the face, those who own/run/ruin the company I work for surprised us with a doozy of a New Year's demand. They issued us to follow the leader. And that leader is Furlough.
I used to play soccer with a guy whose last name was Furlow. However, they share no common definition. I don't know what the kid's last name means (maybe it's bar owner - his dad owned a bar).
No, Furlough means time off. Though I work for "the man," I do get a pretty good amount of vacation days. I even signed up for the United Way thing and got an extra day of personal leave. However, this furlough is no personal leave. Rather, it's a personal pain in the rear.
Furlough: a leave of absence (according to my friend Webster). Oh, and there's no pay.
So by the end of March, I have to have five furlough days. Luckily, I'm technically paid by the hour, so I can split those five days up over the next 12 weeks (which I plan to do). Most of the salary people at The Clarion Ledger have to take a full week off, without pay.
I can trust you to assume no one is happy about any of this. As much as I'd like a day off, I'd like a paid day off. That's the preference. On the Gannett Blog, some one wrote that if the company feels they can do this, what's to stop them from sinking a bit lower?
I don't know the answer to that question. But I say we all find new jobs. Any one need a house sitter to the tune of $75,000 a year (hey, I can dream)?
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