Heh, this thread has turned out far more amusing than I'd imagined it would.
I hope everything works out OK. I guess if you're in a union, such a minor infraction isn't job-threatening. Tell us how it went.
Yeah, everything's fine. The meeting went basically as well as it possibly could have. They didn't really do their homework at all, though they did find the offending item, which ranked in at about 114 pages with 19,000 minutes put into it (it was, I think, 331 hours in total). The file was created in January of last year, I guess, which means I'd been working on it for a little over a year, and at 331 hours that really isn't nearly as bad as they made it out to be. If you figure 273 work days (365 minus weekends, vacation time, holidays, allowing for sick leave, etc.), that's only about 1.2 hours a day, which figures pretty well into my hour and a half's worth of break time every day. Sure, they don't allow me to use the computer for personal use in any capacity even on break time, but they're acting like I did all this stuff on company time when I should have been working. I did a little of that, I won't lie, but obviously not *that* much.
What sucks is my boss probably doesn't trust me anymore because she has this inflated idea of what I did. If she just did the fucking math maybe she wouldn't feel so bad about it. I mean, what am I supposed to do? She knows I hate my job. I've lived a lie every day for the last 6 years. I get my work done, and they're pissed that I don't push myself to get more done. Well, fuck you. I do what you pay me for, and I honestly don't give a shit about doing more. Because of you I have the most meaningless existence that I can possibly imagine, and this is all I can do. It isn't like I have a choice. I have no marketable skills, it's all but impossible to make money doing anything creatively when you're a jack-of-all-creative-trades like I am (or even if you aren't), and I need a steady job with good pay and medical coverage because my wife is sick for the rest of her fucking life and can't work. What the hell am I supposed to do? Don't feel betrayed because you've got some low level employee who could be doing a little better. Have some understanding about the world you live in, for fuck's sake. I'm not a career guy. I hate my job. I need money to live, and I like it because it buys me things, but money means virtually nothing to me. I've never gone out of my way for it and I never will. This just isn't who I am, and I don't understand why people can't grasp that. This is why I work in a file room in a fucking basement in downtown Oakland and don't want to promote! Of all jobs, why should
this one carry some expectation of excellence?
I wish I could find another job. I really, really do. But I guess the expectation is because they pay me well. I can't deny that. If I didn't have this, we couldn't survive, and that makes me wish I could treat it more seriously. But I've tried, tried for years, and I can't do any better than pull my own weight.