At Work

If I lock the door after I clock out, pay me. Starbucks employee sues to be paid for locking the door; gains 27 cents a day.

You want to know what’s wrong with America? It’s worker attitude.

Here is a good example. The fact this person would even think about suing over such a trivial matter is a reflection of an attitude about work in my opinion and not a good one.

Instead of a focus on doing a job that may lead to more responsibility and more pay, the focus is on getting every penny perceived as owed in the low level job I may be stuck in forever with that attitude.

I can’t prove it, but my perception is this attitude is not all that uncommon in today’s workforce.

I wonder if the employer can deduct pay for wasted time on the clock? How was your weekend? Oh, let me tell you about it? 😁

I suspect also that my story, related below, would have me labeled a real jerk in 2018.

In a case filed in 2012, Star­bucks shift su­per­vi­sor Dou­glas Troester al­leged that the cof­fee chain’s soft-ware re­quired him to clock out on every clos­ing shift before com­plet­ing tasks such as trans­mit­ting sales in­for­ma­tion to cor­porate head­quar­ters, ac­ti­vat­ing an alarm sys­tem and lock­ing the door. Al­to­gether, the clos­ing tasks took between four and 10 ex­tra min­utes a day, ac­cord­ing to court fil­ings. Dur­ing the 17 months of his em­ploy­ment, Mr. Troester’s un­paid time added up to around $103, the fil­ings say.

California High Court Rules Starbucks Must Pay for Off-the-Clock Work

His “lost wages” come to twenty-seven cents a day assuming he worked five days a week or about $6.00 a month.

My first job out of high school was a union position as a mail boy. My first day on the job I showed up in a shirt and tie, I was the only one and I stood out. In the middle of doing something, I was told it was break time. I don’t need a break, I want to finish this I said. That was a big mistake.

At the end of the day there was a paid five minute wash up time during which we stood around and watched the time clock for five minutes. This is stupid I was heard to say.

A few days later a rather Godfather looking fellow named Sal took me aside, put his arm around me and said, “Hey kid, let me tell you how things work around here.” Sal was the union local president. I got the message, but I still wore a shirt and tie.

A few months later I was kicked out of the mail room in a layoff, but Sal stood up for me and got me a chance for a clerks job out of the union.

I worked in that company for forty-nine more years never eight hours a day, more like nine, then ten and eventually twelve on average. I worked in some way on every vacation and at nights. I didn’t just do my job, I did whatever needed to be done and I learned while doing it.

You see it wasn’t just a job, it was a mission, a career, a source of satisfaction and accomplishment. I wanted to be perceived as being the best at what I did. I thought of myself as a professional. My worst fear then and always was simply being average.

Was I taken advantage of? Yes, at times. Once I was told I was getting a promotion only to have a manager’s friend pushed ahead of me who then needed me to help him do the job. I helped him.

To make a long story short I went from mail boy to officer of a S&P 500 Company. I never gave up, rarely complained, found new routes to my goals, valued mentors, swallowed my pride on occasion, but never gave up and never worried about getting paid for the thirty seconds it took to put on my jacket for a meeting.

When I retired after nearly fifty years, there was a man in the mail room I still knew. It was the guy who told me it was break time so many years before.

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