“I can’t take this anymore,” William said as he walked into Randy’s office and threw himself down onto one of the two chairs opposite Randy’s desk.
“Can’t take what?” Randy asked his coworker.
“This constant pressure for more and more billable hours,” William answered. “Did you see the latest memo? They are now expecting us to bill no less than 50 hours a week in order to make quota. What ever happened to the forty-hour workweek?”
“But you have been averaging around 55 billable hours a week. So what’s the problem?” Randy asked.
“It’s just such a grind,” William responded. “And now they want us to record our billable time in six minute increments instead of ten minute increments.”
“I hear you,” Randy said. “Here’s what you gotta do. If you think about a client while you’re in the shower or when you’re taking a dump, keep track of it and enter it into your hours log. If you have a short dream about a project you’re working on, when you wake up, remember to record it. When you’re reading the morning paper and drinking your coffee. When you’re driving to the office. Count every single minute.”
“That’s bullshit and I’m fucking tired of it, Randy.”
“I know,” Randy said sympathetically, “but it’s part of the job and we get paid handsomely to do it.”
“Well, I’ve had it,” William announced. “I’m going to march into Ted’s office and quit!”
About an hour later William returned to Randy’s office and sat down opposite him. “You still here? I thought you quit,” Randy said.
“I intended to,” William said, “But Ted talked me out of it.”
“So no more fretting about billable hours?” Randy asked.
“Not any more,” William said. “Ted promoted me and I’m your new boss. So let’s talk about your billable hours.”
Written for today’s one-word prompt, “constant.”