the wonders of my job
How many of you have a job?
Ok, how many of you know how much you're being paid for your job?
Isn't that just wonderful.
I managed to work 45 hours this week - 45 hours of sweaty, sunny, hot, humid, tiring physical labor. And the best part is that I'm not even sure how much I made this week! This budget system is terrible. Someone remind me that I never want to work under this system again...
So my manager never showed up today. The three of us painters who were there --
Aha, let me clarify. I said "painters" because manager Mike never paints. Just wanted to point that out.
-- the three of us decided that (a) Friday's supposed to be our day off, given four ten-hour days earlier in the week; (b) the only reason we were working today was so that we could finish the job, but there's hopelessly too much work left to do to be finished today; (c) we didn't even know how much we'd be paid for working at all; (d) Mike's an awful manager. So we quit at noon thirty and came home.
Mike's response, over the phone? "Well, I won't be able to pay you guys next week.." DUH. The job wouldn't have been finished today anyway, so there's no way the homeowners would have paid you today so we could be paid next week. DUH DUH DUH.
It almost makes me want to throw things. I think I'll quit working at the end of July so I can vacate in South Carolina with Tara and her family.
Oh, and Mrs. Homeowner gave us homemade chocolate chip cookies this morning. That made the half-day of work worthwhile, $2.75 an hour (and falling) or otherwise.
Ok, how many of you know how much you're being paid for your job?
Isn't that just wonderful.
I managed to work 45 hours this week - 45 hours of sweaty, sunny, hot, humid, tiring physical labor. And the best part is that I'm not even sure how much I made this week! This budget system is terrible. Someone remind me that I never want to work under this system again...
So my manager never showed up today. The three of us painters who were there --
Aha, let me clarify. I said "painters" because manager Mike never paints. Just wanted to point that out.
-- the three of us decided that (a) Friday's supposed to be our day off, given four ten-hour days earlier in the week; (b) the only reason we were working today was so that we could finish the job, but there's hopelessly too much work left to do to be finished today; (c) we didn't even know how much we'd be paid for working at all; (d) Mike's an awful manager. So we quit at noon thirty and came home.
Mike's response, over the phone? "Well, I won't be able to pay you guys next week.." DUH. The job wouldn't have been finished today anyway, so there's no way the homeowners would have paid you today so we could be paid next week. DUH DUH DUH.
It almost makes me want to throw things. I think I'll quit working at the end of July so I can vacate in South Carolina with Tara and her family.
Oh, and Mrs. Homeowner gave us homemade chocolate chip cookies this morning. That made the half-day of work worthwhile, $2.75 an hour (and falling) or otherwise.
2 Comments:
it sucks, David. I'm sorry. (and I'm excited about you vacating with me and my family.) but... it's something other than cerebral... in fact, it's about as far from cerebral as it can be. =) so, at least enjoy *that* part of your work - and the cookies - because you're going to be immersed in theology and *heavy* thinking soon enough...
it'll get better. and if it doesn't, it'll end soon. =)
Well, ending is a way for it to get better, right? Kind of like saying "Hey, my foot stopped hurting. That feels better!"
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