Bitch better have my money.
In what can only be described as a great injustice, I have just learned that any overtime done in the second half of the month is not included in that month’s pay. Which means I’ve just worked for three weeks straight with no weekends and won’t be getting the money I earned until the following month.
It sort of feels like I’ve done all that overtime for nothing.
Whilst I’m sure that this way of doing things is pretty standard throughout the world of employment, it’s quite an annoyance as the money I was working for was needed now. Not in four fucking weeks time.
I’m sick of wiping the company’s bottom, only to find them flinging the last remnants of poo at me as I sit down to count my beans.
Apologies for this shockingly blog-like post, but I felt the need to vent. What better place to do it than on a page dedicated to me whinging like a little girl?
Now, obviously, I’ll be getting the money at the end of August, so I’ll be flush then, but that doesn’t really help when I’ve worked my arse off in order to cover some sickness-induced time off. I feel like I’ve been robbed. Where’s that whistling chicken? Maybe he can tell me a story about Robin Hood that will warm my heart. I’ll also have the chance to steal any busking money he’s made.
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Comment from ticktockhouse
Time: August 8, 2008, 12:13 pm
Mmmm. Sounds familiar. My company operates in the same way, only the payroll cutoff is on about the 2nd or 3rd of the month. So all bonuses (for being on-call or travelling) earned this month don’t show up until next month, potentially 6-7 weeks after I’ve actually done the work. Mind you, being on-call is pretty much money for old rope, and travelling is hardly ever dull.
And expenses…I got properly fucked-over when they sent me to Norway. I paid for all my hotel, meals and travel out of my own pocket in Europe’s most expensive coutry (TM), and it then took them six WEEKS to pull their collective finger out of their arse and pay me the nearly £1000 they owed me.
A lot of the time, what with food to put on the table and all, it means struggling to make ends meet, and using the bonus, expenses or whatever to pour into the huge debt-hole I’ve managed to dig for myself.
I do get to go to some interesting places, though, so it’s not all bad…