The new debate/issue-soon-to-make-my-life-harder in the office is that I should now be paid hourly. I started here over a year ago as full-time freelance (not quite legal, but I was ok with it). I was ok with it until my paychecks were delayed. At first it was a week, next time it was two weeks and finally it was three weeks before I said to Carl... "I need to pay my rent. I work here. You are suppose to give me a paycheck for destroying my soul everyday".
They then decided to put me on the books as a salaried employee (like we agreed would happen after a month trial as a freelancer) ...6 months after I started working for them.
Now, I assume they would want to make me hourly so they could not pay me a full weeks salary if I were to work less than the 40 hours standard. There is no chance they'll be paying me overtime. By the way, I never work less than 40 (usually about 43) and when Toy Fair or some other convention hits, I'll be close to 50-60 hours a week.
By making me hourly, I get to print out my time sheet everyday and then hope that this brain trust does the right math every week to pay me my paycheck fully and on time. I'm not holding my breath on this one.
You want a few more characters of this Hell Office? Okay let the nepotism continue!
Connie: She is Carl's girlfriend and the office manager. I chose the name Connie, because I don't know anyone named Connie and I'm about to insult her on a daily basis, so I wouldn't want friends or family confused. The name Connie is also pretty close to the "C" word. She answers the phone with, "Can I help you?", but to get the appropriate tone you really have to read that with the inflection as if someone just took a dump in your coffee. She's only pleasant about 2% of her day.
Spring: She is Carl Jr.'s girlfriend and she does office stuff...kinda. I chose the name Spring for her because it seems like a girl's name that works at a gentlemen's club. Which to my knowledge, our Spring has never done...but she was a shot girl at a night club. Spring is nice, but you feel sorry for her like you would for a bird that flies into a window. You know, like nature should have fixed something in them. Today she asked me how to spell "Cyan".
That's all for now. Hope you never work here!
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