Category Archives: Work

The Interns Are Revolting!

An unpaid intern is suing Hearst, claiming the media giant violated labor laws. The lawsuit — which Xuedan Wang and her attorney hope will be joined by unpaid Hearst interns across America — asserts that in exchange for college credit she worked long hours at tasks that would ordinarily be done by paid employees.

What? Isn’t that what interns are for?

I did an internship at a local television station back in the summer of 1983. I arrived in Albany just in time to stand on the corner of Washington and Swan and watch the funeral procession for Erastus Corning 2nd. At the time I thought, “Wow! He must have been some important guy!”

Sure, the TV station treated me like an entry level employee instead of a student. On my very first day they handed me a brush and had me painting sets. There was plenty of other menial labor I was assigned, things that had nothing to do with learning about television.

I gladly did the work — and I ended up getting hired there, working for peanuts, really. $5.70 per hour, which adds up to $12,000 per year.

Unpaid internships are a staple of the media world, and there’s very little discussion about what work interns may and may not do. In shops without unions they may end up doing almost anything.

On internships, the Department of Labor says, “the employer that provides the training derives no immediate advantage from the activities of the intern; and on occasion its operations may actually be impeded.”

Yeah, right.

Who knows, we may be seeing the end of the intern free for all. Then the only unpaid workers at media companies will be “citizen bloggers.”

Lot Filled?

Most of you don’t lay in bed at night worried about where state employees park, nor should you. I bet if I stick my head out the window right now, I’d hear you shouting,“Screw them!”

Understandable, but bear with me.

State workers know that Downtown Albany parking is notoriously scarce — and many of them are on waiting lists for spaces with hundreds and hundreds of people in front of them. Rather than pay for a private lot or garage, lots of them take to the streets — something that’s led to Albany’s push to restrict on-street parking to residents only.

But if there are so few parking spaces available, how come this state employee lot routinely gives space to shows visiting the Times Union Center? This week, half of the Grand Street lot was blockaded so Rascal Flatts could park their trucks there.

The next day the trucks were gone and the spaces empty — except for a few bags of garbage they’d left behind in the rain. I guess that’s their way of saying, “Thanks, Albany.”

Off the Hook

While I don’t measure my self-worth by having the latest gadgets, my phone is beginning to be an embarrassment.

Next to today’s smart phones, mine is decidedly dumb. It’s not as if I’m walking around with one of those brick-sized walkie talkie looking things, like Michael Douglas had in Wall Street, but it’s a Flintstones phone in a Jetsons universe.

Sure, it makes calls just fine, but as for anything else, forget about it. Even sending a simple text message takes forever. This surprises people who know me as fairly tech savvy, what with all that tweeting and blogging, and such.

It wasn’t so bad before, but now the old-style phones are clearly in the minority. This can be a problem, particularly in the business world. Imagine sitting around the table with some high powered people — perhaps they are potential clients — and you pull out something that looks like a Fisher-Price Friendly Flip. They may not say it, but they are thinking, “How are we going to trust a guy with THAT phone?”

We should remember that keeping a phone in your pocket is a relatively new thing, much less a small computer. The things that would have seemed miraculous 20 years ago are now outdated. I do have one advantage over that guy with the iPhone 4S: If my phone falls in the urinal, I won’t feel bad.

From the Notebook of Rob Madeo

If It’s Yellow

You’ve heard the old saw about water conservation: If it’s yellow let it mellow, if it’s brown flush it down.

You wouldn’t think this requires any further explanation, but as usual, the devil’s in the details.

Yes, if it’s brown flush it down. Always. And if it’s yellow? Sure, go ahead and let it mellow — but only if you are at home. In a public restroom, you should not let it mellow. Never.

The gentlemen who use the urinal on my floor have decided that if it’s yellow, they will let it mellow. This means that when you step up to the plate to do your business at the urinal, you’ll be peeing into a pool of dirt water. To avoid being splashed by urine of unknown origin, I flush first.

If that makes me sound crazy, so be it. You probably also think it’s crazy to flush the urinal with your elbow. The long and short of this is do whatever you want in your home, but when in town, flush it down, OK?

Rob Madeo’s Business Tip #52

When attending a small meeting — let’s say in a conference room — it’s considered good business etiquette to introduce yourself to people. At my workplace that’s rarely done. Instead, folks tend to completely ignore those they don’t know — and seem surprised and startled by introductions.

One day, I arrived at a meeting and another early bird was busily doing a crossword puzzle. I introduced myself (yes, she appeared surprised and startled) and went about preparing for my presentation. She looked up at one point and said those at the table, “NY Giants founder and longtime owner Tim…. four letters.”

“Mara,” says I.

This would be a good time to tell you that I am impressed with people who do crossword puzzles. OK, maybe not the TV Guide crossword puzzle, but most crossword puzzles.

Anyway, as the meeting started, she continued working intently on the crossword. And as I gave my presentation she didn’t look up once, instead focused on her task. At the end of the meeting? Still doing the puzzle.

It’s possible that she just didn’t find the meeting interesting — many meetings are not. Or it could be that she’s sharp enough to concentrate on two completely different things at once. But there’s a third possibility: she just doesn’t understand how to behave at work.

No skin off my teeth. You want to listen, listen. You want to do puzzles, have at it. Just remember, the only thing worse than not having the answers is not having a clue.

A Prayer to St. Lucy of Syracuse

It used to be that the end of the year rolled around and I’d still have vacation days left over. The policy was use ‘em or lose ‘em, but you could roll them over if you promised to take them during January.

At my new job, a place where time may be accrued forever, there seem to be people who are sitting on weeks or months of vacation. You’ll never see me do that. I’m using every day.

Why? Because it would be tragic to die and leave vacation time on the table.

While not a big prayer, I found myself thanking God that I had a couple of days off recently. How silly. There’s no greater gift than a day at home, but God has bigger matters to look after.

This got me thinking that there must be a patron saint of days off. I was wrong.

So who do we pray to? There are scores of saints for specific occupations, everything from gravediggers to toy makers, so you could always pick from among those — but I’d suggest the catch-all category of laborers. Among the eight patron saints of laborers, I’ve decided to pray to  St. Lucy of Syracuse because she has the coolest name. And like so many saints, she was martyred:

After torture that included having her eyes torn out, she was surrounded by bundles of wood which were set afire; they went out. She prophesied against her persecutors, and was executed by being stabbed to death with a dagger.

Wow. If that doesn’t sound like a bad day at work, I don’t know what does.

St. Lucy doesn’t float your boat?  How about a prayer to St. Lydwina of Schiedam, patron saint against prolonged suffering, which is what work is sometimes like. Turns out she’s also the patron saint of roller skating, but that’s another blog post.

Mark Your Calendars

I remember my boss stopping by once saying he had some good news. What could it be? Are they giving me a raise? Letting me hire another staff member? Painting my office?

“We’ve decided to send you the Franklin Covey time management class!”

Oh. Wonderful. Thanks. I didn’t actually have to say those things out loud, because I’ve always had a tough time working the poker face. He seemed disappointed that I wasn’t excited.

I rallied. “No, that’s great. Who couldn’t use some instruction on how to write things down on a calendar?”

When someone sends you to time management class, they’re trying to tell you something. It’s like sending you to anger management class. It’s not because you’re great at managing your anger.

So I smiled and thanked him, all the while thinking, “Yeah, right. Like I can’t keep my calendar straight.”

So maybe a month rolls by, and one day I’m sitting at my desk. Suddenly I jumped up in the air. “Holy, sh*t! The Franklin Covey thing!”

I dug through the papers on my desk and found what I was looking for, a flyer about the class. Not only was it that day, but it had started two hours earlier.

I didn’t tell anybody that I’d missed my $200 training, but instead quietly rescheduled for another date. I eventually took the class and learned to be a highly effective time manager.

Now it’s time to share with you the secret: write things down on a calendar and look at it all the time. There. I just saved you $200.

A Solution to the Downtown Parking Problem

To: Maiden Lane Parking
From: Rob Madeo
Re: Garage at 11 South Pearl Street

First, let me say what a fan I am of your parking lots and garages. Judging by their immaculate upkeep and attentive customer service, it’s obvious that your company takes great pride in the facilities you operate.

That is why I’d like to join the ranks of your satisfied customers.

For a quarter century I was able to park just a few steps from my office. That changed in September. Now getting to work means parking on the outskirts of Albany and climbing on a shuttle bus to get downtown.
As you can imagine, this is very inconvenient, especially on days when I’d prefer to have my car nearby.

From my office window I’ve noticed that the spaces on the roof of your garage at 11 South Pearl Street are underutilized. I am guessing this is because customers would rather not park where their cars will be exposed to the elements.

In order to better use your resources and address my parking situation, I am proposing to pay you $50 per month for the privilege of parking on the roof of that garage. I realize that this is significantly less than the normal rate of $140 per month, but as they say, a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.

Additionally, leasing me a space will reduce the inventory of available parking in Downtown Albany. This will have the effect of increasing the value of your property.

Please let me know if this sounds like an agreeable arrangement. I’d be willing to begin on Monday, June 7; I’m sure it would be a most satisfactory relationship for both of us.

On Humor in the Workplace

It’s interesting that Microsoft, the same people who brought us those remarkably lame Jerry Seinfeld commercials, do workplace education on being funny. They consider humor to be a core competency for successful employees. Maybe they should require it of their ad agency.

This is an outline of Microsoft’s lesson on humor in the workplace, which includes a list of signs that you overuse humor:

• May disrupt group process with untimely or inappropriate humor
• May use humor to deflect real issues and problems
• May use humor to criticize others and veil an attack
• May use humor to deliver sarcasm or cynicism
• May be perceived as immature or lacking in appropriate seriousness
• His/her humor may be misinterpreted

If three or more of those apply to you, you need help. If you’ve engaged in three or more of those today, report directly to your EAP office. See you there.

I’m no stranger to inappropriate workplace humor. Once, while I was on vacation, my boss convened a focus group of employees to critique my work. Hell, who could be more objective than people trying to suck up to the boss? As you can imagine, I found this infuriating.

A week later was the company picnic. It was a swell event, with a clown for the children, loads of food, beer on tap. So the boss asks if we’re having a good time. Instead of just saying yes, I blurt out, “Yeahhh… but what do you say we gather the kids together and have a focus group on the clown.”

Cue the icy stare.

To summarize, successful workplace humor requires that your consider your audience, context, and timing. If possible, eliminate beer from the equation.