A BLEEPING Job
Right. The job came along at just the right time. I’m an artisan. I’m learning to work with leather (not too many tricks there, in case you were wondering.) I’m never going back to the corporate world. That’s what I said, yes it is.
I may be reconsidering.
9 t o 5, paid lunch. Right. 9 to 5, eat lunch for half an hour on the cutting table. No breaks. No phone calls. No internet. At least in admin work I can get in a call to the Water people, the construction folk, the septic tank guy. Here? I might as well be in a sweat shop. Actually, that’s exactly what it is. A leather sweatshop.
The work isn’t all that bad. The boss is high strung—so no matter what you say or ask...it is wrong. Whoa, no stress there! No breaks. Did I mention no breaks? We work for 4 hours straight, busy, busy, busy all the time. Probably the trade is paid lunch, no breaks. OK, half an hour lunch at ten bucks an hour, what’s it cost me? 5 bucks. Actually it probably costs me more to work there in art/house productivity loss than I get actually paid—what’s ten bucks an hour after taxes?
Hell, I might as well paint my motorcycle black and rob convenience stores!
Why is it the less you get paid the harder they expect you to work?
I’m going to be thinking of alternative solutions. I like the idea of leather house, but if they don’t do way better than this real soon...I’ll walk. Trouble is, I’m used to earning $60K a year. Down here twelve bucks an hour is good pay for professional jobs. That’s what I worked for 25 years ago! Need new ideas!
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