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There’s A Whole Bunch Of Stuff I’m Not Being Paid To Do--A Mild RantMy husband and I are both self-employed, working from home. It’s been eight years since either of us worked for Someone Else’s Company, which suits us just fine. We even, usually, enjoy the fact that we’re together almost 24-7. If we can ever afford to retire, we’ll already have made THAT adjustment. We’ve also gotten plenty used to the fact that we’re frequently called upon to handle duties that are difficult for those who must keep regular 9-5 hours. It’s not easy--since we are only paid for the hours we actually work, and not necessarily for all of those--but we deal. We really are the ones most available to handle the needs of The Moms during the work day, and in the middle of the night, too. But what I’m coming to increasingly resent is the attitude out there in the world that not only should we be doing our own jobs and taking care of extended family responsibilities, but we should also be doing bits and pieces of the work of every clerk, salesperson, repairman, server, and admin assistant on the face of the planet. Here’s my most recent example. I take several prescriptions on a regular basis. Every month, two days before I really need to, I call the automated line at my pharmacy to order refills. Occasionally, the recording informs me that the doctor must be called to authorize the refill, and to allow extra time. That’s precisely why I call two days before I really need to. Two days after I call, I run into the pharmacy to pick up my scripts. The new habit of the pharmacy technician is to say to me, “One of them isn’t ready. The doctor still hasn’t called back.” “But I’ve waited two days,” I say. “Your directions say to allow one day, unless the doctor must be called, in which case to allow two days. It’s been...” and then I look at my watch for effect, “...two days.” Then she says, “Have you tried calling them? Because they never called us back...” Starting a few days ago, this is my new answer: “No, I haven’t tried that. And I’m not going to try that.” Mind you, I say all of this with a very pleasant voice and a friendly expression on my face. When the technician looks at me like I’ve lost it, I add, “Because, you see, that’s your job. I’ve got a job, and calling my doctor to beg him to fill my monthly prescription is not it.” “I could try calling again...” she says. I smile. “I think that is an excellent idea.” I really don’t get paid enough to do my job and parts of everyone else’s jobs, too. So I’m setting up boundaries. I’m betting that, if sufficiently challenged, there are a lot of workers out there who are capable of fulfilling every jot and tittle of their job descriptions. Far be it from me to deny them the opportunity. Got any people who’ve tried to pass off parts of their jobs on you recently? How do you deal with it?
Posted by katy mckenna on 04/23 at 01:30 PM
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