Being up at the usual school time on a weekend day is not fun. Mum, Irene (her partner) and Ellie (my nine y/o sister) have gone to Tokoroa for a dog show, and Tori and I have been left behind. Tori, of course, is sleeping in, but I, being the one who is not scared to answer the work phone and talk to customers, am looking after the office. Do you know how much I'm being paid for eight hours of work? Fifty dollars. What's the minimum wage for me? Like, $12.50? Alright, so $12.50 x 8= $100. As I'm being paid under the table, I should be getting A HUNDRED DOLLARS. Even with tax that's like 70-80 or something.
This is exploitation. That's the word, right? I don't care. I am being exploited for my talents and fifty freaking dollars is not fair.
I need some toast.
If I had a Mexican servant boy he could bring me some toast.
i know how u feel i have this with my paper run.. :( it sucks ae?? *hugs*
ReplyDeleteIt totally does :( What do you get paid??
ReplyDeleteThat's why I don't work for mum. Stuff getting $7 a hour
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