At 8am this morning I get a call from a co-worker
"We need to meet on John Doe's logging job today!!!!"
Me: "Ok why?"
co-worker :" Well John Doe crashed his skidder yesterday!!!!!!"
Me: "Allright is he ok"
co worker: "He is hurt real bad!!!!!!"
Me: "Ok why do we need to go out to his job"
co worker: "To lock the gate and take a look around, lets do this at 1 this afternoon!!!!!!!! <out of breath>"
Me: "Well I am planning on being about 100 miles south of that job today to cruise the Big tract of timber so if I travel down there, I would have 2 hours to work turn around and drive 100 miles back to "help you put a lock on a gate and take a look at damaged skidder, only to be finished 30 minutes later. This doesn't make much sense. Why can't you just do it by yourself"
co worker: "I am just telling you what they told me."
Me: "Well tell them this fucks my day all up."
co worker: "We probably should be doing that today, you-know-who is on the war path"
Me: "
so we shouldn't tell someone that what they planned out is going to cost the company time, money and millage?"
co worker: "I wouldn't start arguing over stuff like this today"
Me: "Ok no skin of my back"
I hate being micro-managed, though I now have a shit load of time to kill before going out to the job at 1. I will basicly put in 4 hours of work today because someone decided to micromanage me instead of letting me put in 11 hours cruising $300,000 worth of timber. Go figure.