Row! Row!
If you think your boss is unreasonable, listen to this:
A woman I know who was working for the PR section of a fashionable hotel here in town told me that she was so busy it was not uncommon for her to have to work weekends on top of all the overtime she was putting in every day. After a period of two months without a single day off, the woman decided to stay home one Saturday and rest rather than head in to work as she had been doing.
Shortly after nine in the morning, the head manager of the hotel called her, demanding to know why she hadn’t shown up for work.
I'm not sure what she said in her defense, but the long and short of it is that she was fired, or, more likely, was forced to resign.
In her boss’s jaundiced eyes, the woman may have appeared selfish and lazy. I, on the other hand, find it astonishing that she could have endured working so long for such an unreasonable bastard.
What is work supposed to be, after all? An end in itself—work for work’s sake? How fortunate the man who can honestly say that he loves his work. Regrettably, for the majority of those of us rowing like galley slaves, work is little more than a means to provide them with the time and money to do what they really want to do.