Second day of this Culinaria job. Basically give people what they want when they ask (and hope you know the language they speak to you). The Czechs obviously have no idea about the legal implications working 12 hour shifts without extra pay. Oh yeah, by the way, I work 12 hour shifts. For 70 crown an hour (so I hear). That's $3.93 at the current exchange rate. And no overtime. Frickin wonderful. And this is the place that my producer friend naively told me that the owner payed wages worth of the United States. Not so...
Its not hard work but its difficult staying on your feet continually for 12 hours. You do have on 30 minute break, and thankfully my flat is one minute walk away (literally), so I can go home and eat or see Jamie when I can. Still, that's 11.5 hours of work. And this aint no PA job where you actually get paid according to what you do (sort of). Anyway, it was my second day, and I've already figured out the system. Which is good, because I dont have to be nervous about what will happen next. My first day was actually the one day Sylvia (owner, Canadian, the 'bitch' from an earlier entry) was down in the shop for most of the day, adhering her loyal workforce to her wishes. They were not always loyal, though, and this would cause outbursts. But she would usually cause these outbursts to begin with. She was pretty ridiculous and supposedly she is never like that. I feel that she is always like that and she just happened to be in the shop more than a fleeting minute in her busy schedule. So my first day was a challenging one, and now that I got through the second, it has become clear what the usual atmosphere is like in the shop.
So I'm working 7 days a week, for shit pay. Lovely. Not to mention my online work that I do for Robert, the man at T-Mobile in Seattle. He's paying me so that is good, but I still do minimal things for him. The problem, as can be imagined, is that I do actually have to undergo training for this job, and he is rarely able to speak long enough on gmail to really go over comprehensible material. Its annoying. But typical.
Jamie and I are good. We always seem to get into at least bickering argument every night after I get home. And maybe its because ive been on my feet for 12 hours straight, or she's frustrated about work or whatever. Or a combination of a number of things going on at that moment. And it just sucks. We've always pulled through, and I am forever thankful for that, but those times just suck. Thats all that I can say.
Well, I must bring out the recycling, so I will have to go. Until next time...
Its not hard work but its difficult staying on your feet continually for 12 hours. You do have on 30 minute break, and thankfully my flat is one minute walk away (literally), so I can go home and eat or see Jamie when I can. Still, that's 11.5 hours of work. And this aint no PA job where you actually get paid according to what you do (sort of). Anyway, it was my second day, and I've already figured out the system. Which is good, because I dont have to be nervous about what will happen next. My first day was actually the one day Sylvia (owner, Canadian, the 'bitch' from an earlier entry) was down in the shop for most of the day, adhering her loyal workforce to her wishes. They were not always loyal, though, and this would cause outbursts. But she would usually cause these outbursts to begin with. She was pretty ridiculous and supposedly she is never like that. I feel that she is always like that and she just happened to be in the shop more than a fleeting minute in her busy schedule. So my first day was a challenging one, and now that I got through the second, it has become clear what the usual atmosphere is like in the shop.
So I'm working 7 days a week, for shit pay. Lovely. Not to mention my online work that I do for Robert, the man at T-Mobile in Seattle. He's paying me so that is good, but I still do minimal things for him. The problem, as can be imagined, is that I do actually have to undergo training for this job, and he is rarely able to speak long enough on gmail to really go over comprehensible material. Its annoying. But typical.
Jamie and I are good. We always seem to get into at least bickering argument every night after I get home. And maybe its because ive been on my feet for 12 hours straight, or she's frustrated about work or whatever. Or a combination of a number of things going on at that moment. And it just sucks. We've always pulled through, and I am forever thankful for that, but those times just suck. Thats all that I can say.
Well, I must bring out the recycling, so I will have to go. Until next time...
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