There are pluses and minuses working for the company I do, and one of them is the yearly health benefits fair that they sponsor for the employees. They bring in some staff from Lawrence Memorial to draw blood, take blood pressure, collect surveys, the works. And it’s nice because you’re still getting paid for going through this.
This year they’ve added a little something into the mix in that they’ve told us off the bat that there will be incremental increases to our health insurance, but! if you sign a waiver saying you’re not a smoker, or if you’re a smoker and promise to quit, (on pain of..death? or something), quit/and/or get counseling for the smoking, they’ll waive the incremental increases to your health benefits cost.
So, yeah. They’re gunning for eliminating smoke breaks. I’m not a smoker, so it’s not a big deal for me, but the dood in the cube next to me is, and he’s pissed as hell. I don’t want him pissed. His favorite conversation for two weeks straight was talking about the fine pair of Colt .45’s his dad willed to him. I don’t want this guy to have a nic fit, in other words. My cube wall isn’t made of kevlar, though I like to pretend it is.