My moral fibers have been being tested as of late. When I first started my job an older co-worker advised me to not worry about what other people do, to worry about myself. He has more or less, appointed himself as the enforcing moral compass of our office. The enforcing part is really more of a passive action; he just complains and makes snide comments behind the offenders back's. The acting manager over these lax employees does nothing about these problems. In his opinion the end result is that they get their job done, and they do, in the end, get their job done. But how can they be working efficiently if they cut out four hours of their work day because they are late, or at lunch? One of the aforementioned came in two and half hours late this week, and then left three hours early to go to a dentist appointment that he openly admitted didn't exist, after openly admitting that he intended to come in late.
This happens daily, people come in late, the moral advocate takes time out of his day to complain about the 'offenders' and then work continues, until they leave early, and then the complaining is reborn. My manager is like the gravity that keeps me in orbit around my morals, but he is gone this week.
Yesterday I was talking to the lead offender, who is just four years older then me, and he justified his lax work ethics by pointing out others flaws. As I was contemplating taking the day off to drive home for Thanksgiving I thought about my impending sabbatical less then a month away, and how much work I can still complete in that time, and I decided to take half a day off, instead of the entire day. Those external pressures haven't inhibited my ethics, yet.
How long can one hold out in the corporate world before their morals face genocide?
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