For many French, the containment has been the synonym of a new life office… at home. Teleworking is becoming the norm, and the presence in the company, the exception ? The time crowded public transport, the small coffee between colleagues, informal discussions in the corridors and meetings “face-to-face” would it be gone forever ? The Point gives the word to employees that tell the upheaval caused by the confinement and their new life in the office.
” He is crazy ! First, he told me screaming on the phone that I only did to nothing, or almost nothing, and he put me on partial unemployment to 50 %. It was the first week of confinement. I thought the sky I fell on the head. I was in trial period, I had just left my previous job to work in this start-up that makes digital communication, I worked as a damned for three months, and he told me that I do not served to nothing ! “
Sophie has spent her day crying. Already, she saw herself in the unemployment without even severance pay. The next day, his boss was calling and apologized. He was so distressed because of the confinement. “The conversation lasted over an hour. For ages, he told me of his concerns for the future of the company, its stress because the position of his wife, a lawyer in a large group, was threatened for several months, that he had a fear that it be dismissed, and that they don’t have enough money to boil the pot if the box got damaged also in the figure. It was bad, oh as it would go badly. And that life was hard. But of course, at no time it asked me how I was, me ! “
I have the right to one hour of minimum discussion where one speaks at least as much work as its anxieties.
over The days, the cohabitation telephone between Sophie and her boss is ” institutionalized “. “I’ve actually worked at 50 %, but in this time, I don’t count his call daily. It has become a rite. Every morning, since the beginning of the containment, between 9 and 10 hours, I am entitled to one hour minimum discussion where one speaks at least as much work as its anxieties. He talks about everything from the latest discussion with his wife, the evil of what he has to do work for his kid, its issues of money, fear of the future. One day, he confided to me that he had nightmares and had trouble making decisions, as he was afraid of the next day. “I’ve never known such a situation of stress, my dear Sophie. And yet, we still do not know what sauce it will be eaten…” Me, I listen. I sit on the couch with a coffee, and I close my eyes. His voice purrs, I expect that this is happening. I became his shrink. “
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“My boss has stitched a mouth and demanded the return of the employees in the office, “”there will be more touring of kisses mandatory in my business “”I put my restaurant sale “” If the epidemic takes, it’s going to be very complicated “
