Eh, depends on "late" for me. For example, my office is roughly 9-5. But people are here usually any time from 730-6. People are in earlier, leave a bit later. My manager likes to give me shit because he's an early morning guy and I usually roll in right around 9, but he's also out at 430 while im here till 530-6. I could give a shit if someone came in at 930 if they were getting their work done. However, if you're missing meetings and the like, you're a fuckface. Despite my loathing of mornings, I have no problem getting here at 8 if need be. For a non-client focused job, if you're obsessed with people being in at a certain time, regardless of performance, you're a micromanaging tool. Ive had managers like that. Net's strategy is much better to get that effect. I had a buddy in grad school who worked at a major CPG company in Chicago, their CMO of their division demanded people be in at 845, and not in the office, but head down and working, not socializing, not chatting with coworkers or getting coffee. And then he made rounds. What an asshole.
You're not "late" if you there wasn't a communicated expectation to be somewhere by a certain time. Our office is loose with hours as well - I'm here by 8, a few people are already here when I roll in, and a few people don't get here until 10. The expectation is you get your work done and you attend the meetings you're required for. Nobody is late just because they got here at 10 - but they might be late because they missed their meeting at 9:30.
Yeah we've got pretty long leashes here, like as long as you're in by 8:30 or so and get your shit done nobody will give you a hard time. Likewise if you have to take off early for something, no problem. Its one of many nice things about my workplace. But walking in the office five minutes after a meeting has started and then standing in the conference room doorway like it was a surprise doesn't exactly fly.
This is all similar for the team I manage. The stuff they deal with is a little more time pressing so their start times are fixed, but otherwise I don't care what they do with themselves during the day as long as they take care of their business. Funnily enough, when you hire good people and give them training and scope to make smart decisions, you tend to get better results than micromanaging everyone. It also takes way less work in the long run.
So I had to go for a minor dental procedure today. The dentist walks in and his hair is sticking up all over the place and he looks like he just woke up from a nap. All I could think was: First words out of his mouth? "Most people go under for this." Which made me think: Best part was as I was leaving the nurse saw he prescribed percocet 7.5/325 and was all "wow, he must think you're really going to need it, I thought he was just going to give you Vicodin." And then I looked like a fucking addict in the parking lot as I rip open the bag to gulp down a pill. You know how bad I feel? I have to FORCE myself to eat the vanilla frosty from Wendy's since I'm only allowed soft foods. Nothing like sitting around waiting to get high. Hey, it's legal! My prescription says so. Spoiler or Spoiler No better argument to get rid of high waisted jeans than this picture right here. WTF?
Don't cross the streams 14 pages in a thread on race relations without it getting locked down, prom photos, and the booty thread fell off page one with the boobie thread close behind. AND shegirl got called out and didn't even ban anybody. As Marvin Gaye once asked, what's going on?
SILENCE, poopy-pants. Have faith, in this thread of all threads it's sure to eventually evolve into a contest of who can post the sexiest neckbeard taint photos, seasonal smut and rages against the status quo. But first...bring in the whores.
I am slightly pissed to be compared to NitWit, my question via PM still stands. Who do I send the corpse to? You got to figure that stuff out pre-mortem, you know.
I'll have you know I flipped off not one, but two over 70 year old women today in the span of 10 seconds. Fuckers not knowing how to drive at a 3 way stop.
Still two weeks until Christmas and the car parks and supermarkets are already filled with people from the shallow end of the gene pool. Call me Grinch but I can't wait until it's over again for another year.