I was hired straight out of University to go work for Mitsubishi Electric in Japan. Hereâ(TM)s a big shout out to the Melco Alumni out there! You know who you are! Anyway, one of the reasons Mitsubishi did this was to internationalize their workforce and try to introduce some foreign concepts. One of these was going home at 5pm. We were paid overtime every month, I think it was 20 hours or so, but we were told not to do it. So it was essentially free money. As it happened for 2 nights in the work week I was always heading off to Umeda, Osaka to take language classes at the YWCA so I was out of there by 5 anyway.
Did it help? I donâ(TM)t think so. The team would still stick around until late. The company campus was about 10K people and they had plenty of cafes and food places open for dinner on site so you could stay there easy. Add to the fact that any single guys were living in a dorm anyway and it wasnâ(TM)t so bad to hang out with the guys at work. Indeed, the bosses would often come in on the weekend to smoke and chat with each other rather than stay at hone in a cramped apartment.
Staying late was so common that when the big earthquake struck the Kansai region in 1995 at something like 4 in the morning there were a couple of guys in the lab when it happened!
The other thing we had to do was show the Japanese staff how to take vacation. You earned it and it accrued and some people had months of time racked up and never used. The problem was that sick days were also âoevacationâ so one year I took all my vacation and then got sick at the end of the year. They made me work Saturdays to make up for the time I took off. You wouldnâ(TM)t believe the look on the adminâ(TM)s face when I returned after I took the days off.
My boss actually told me that the smart way to take time off without having to take time off was to come in to the office, sign in and then go to the company hospital. Yes, they had a full hospital with X-ray machines and everything. Then the company doctor would send me home but Iâ(TM)d be credited with the day and it wouldnâ(TM)t be a holiday. Oh well, you live and learn.
It was great fun looking back. Wearing the uniform, doing the radio exercises, breaking g in the workplace smoke. I got fluent at Japanese I a way that surpassed language. According to a taxi driver I once had, I sigh like a Japanese person. I think itâ(TM)s from the years of working as a salaryman in 90â(TM)s Japan.