Originally Posted by M Paquette
I think I worked there once. Interesting place. If we engineers needed a new pencil from the supply room, we had to turn in a pencil stub. For notepads, we had to turn in the cardboard backing from the old pad. It was the only place I worked at that had a copy machine set up to require charge numbers per copy.
I wonder how much it cost to enforce this stuff compared to the potential additional "theft" of supplies and resources that would have occurred otherwise.
And the term "charge number" gives me unpleasant flashbacks to my aerospace days. I remember, in the same day sometimes, how we'd get our mandatory periodic "ethics training" where we were told we can't mischarge (use an inappropriate charge number) just because it still has budget, only to be given a new task by our boss and be told to use a certain charge number that had plenty of budget remaining even though we knew it wasn't the right one to use...
"Hey, for every ten dollars, that's another hour that I have to be in the work place. That's an hour of my life. And my life is a very finite thing. I have only 'x' number of hours left before I'm dead. So how do I want to use these hours of my life? Do I want to use them just spending it on more crap and more stuff, or do I want to start getting a handle on it and using my life more intelligently?" -- Joe Dominguez (1938 - 1997)