Code of Ethics
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Another piece that I did for my writing group: Code of Ethics.
I set the kettle to boil and popped a tea bag in my mug. What was I going to do? I’d seen Melody’s time sheet before she’d handed it in, on it she’d written that she’d worked from open until close all this week; it had certainly been down on the rota for her to do so, however she’d left after lunch twice this week as well as being late into work every day. Simon, the manager wouldn’t know that Melody was lying, he’d been away on holiday this week; put Robert in charge of overseeing things and he certainly wouldn’t say anything about Melody not keeping to the rota as he had a crush on her.
I jumped a little as the kettle rumbled to a boil and the switch gave a loud click as it flicked off. Did Melody really expect me to cover for her too? I hated lying and though I could just not say anything, it still felt like lying to me and made me uncomfortable. Not to mention that it went against the companies Code of Ethics to lie on your timesheet about the hours you’d worked. I nearly overfilled my mug where I was lost in thought, at least there was still room for me to add my usual splash of milk.
I put the kettle down and leant against the counter in the break room to give the tea a little time to brew. Maybe Melody had a good reason for being late and for disappearing early? I’d only worked here for just over a month and while Melody and I were friendly to each other, we didn’t know too much about each other and weren’t exactly friends, not yet anyway and if I grassed on her to Simon about her timesheet we weren’t likely going to be. True she wouldn’t know it was me, but I was sure she’d work it out, she knew that Robert was sweet on her so it wouldn’t take her long to figure out who’d said something. I looked down at my tea, it was long brewed and starting to go cold, oh well I never drunk it piping hot anyway.
I fished out the tea bag, showed my drink the milk and took a sip. As much as I didn’t want to be ‘that’ person who ratted on people, if Simon found out that Melody had lied and that I’d known about it I’d also be trouble. After all Melody and I were the only two in the break room when she’d filled out her time sheet this morning. If I told Simon that I knew about Melody’s fudged hours, he’d likely have to ask me if Robert knew and I wouldn’t be able to lie and say that Robert wasn’t aware that Melody hadn’t kept to the rota; if that happened then I would alienate half the workplace. If I didn’t tell Simon it could enhance my potential friendship with Melody, but I’d feel guilty for not doing the right things; and it could get messy if Simon were to uncover the truth from another source. Damned if I do, damned if I don’t.
Another piece that I did for my writing group: Code of Ethics.
I set the kettle to boil and popped a tea bag in my mug. What was I going to do? I’d seen Melody’s time sheet before she’d handed it in, on it she’d written that she’d worked from open until close all this week; it had certainly been down on the rota for her to do so, however she’d left after lunch twice this week as well as being late into work every day. Simon, the manager wouldn’t know that Melody was lying, he’d been away on holiday this week; put Robert in charge of overseeing things and he certainly wouldn’t say anything about Melody not keeping to the rota as he had a crush on her.
I jumped a little as the kettle rumbled to a boil and the switch gave a loud click as it flicked off. Did Melody really expect me to cover for her too? I hated lying and though I could just not say anything, it still felt like lying to me and made me uncomfortable. Not to mention that it went against the companies Code of Ethics to lie on your timesheet about the hours you’d worked. I nearly overfilled my mug where I was lost in thought, at least there was still room for me to add my usual splash of milk.
I put the kettle down and leant against the counter in the break room to give the tea a little time to brew. Maybe Melody had a good reason for being late and for disappearing early? I’d only worked here for just over a month and while Melody and I were friendly to each other, we didn’t know too much about each other and weren’t exactly friends, not yet anyway and if I grassed on her to Simon about her timesheet we weren’t likely going to be. True she wouldn’t know it was me, but I was sure she’d work it out, she knew that Robert was sweet on her so it wouldn’t take her long to figure out who’d said something. I looked down at my tea, it was long brewed and starting to go cold, oh well I never drunk it piping hot anyway.
I fished out the tea bag, showed my drink the milk and took a sip. As much as I didn’t want to be ‘that’ person who ratted on people, if Simon found out that Melody had lied and that I’d known about it I’d also be trouble. After all Melody and I were the only two in the break room when she’d filled out her time sheet this morning. If I told Simon that I knew about Melody’s fudged hours, he’d likely have to ask me if Robert knew and I wouldn’t be able to lie and say that Robert wasn’t aware that Melody hadn’t kept to the rota; if that happened then I would alienate half the workplace. If I didn’t tell Simon it could enhance my potential friendship with Melody, but I’d feel guilty for not doing the right things; and it could get messy if Simon were to uncover the truth from another source. Damned if I do, damned if I don’t.
