OK - venting off time. Here's a story with no real point, very few punchlines, and an ending really not of Tolkien's standard.
As none of you know, because I never mentioned it, my carear ended about a year a go when the firm I was working for ceased trading - nothing to do with me I might add!
In the last year I have had a plethora of jobs up here in middle England, there's plenty of work up here but it is mostly industrial and not I.T. based. I would rellocate for a job happily, but of course living in the Fens our mailcart arrives too slow to hear about jobs in the hussle and bussle of English suburbia.
So it was with alarm that for my latest temp assignment I was asked to attend an interview - normally with cheap labour you just arrive, they point at a big metal thing of some description and get left to it - leaving you wondering if pressing the widget and the gadget at the same time will make that conveyor bet stop, might be a laugh afterall...
I duly attended, suited and booted. The job was a little different to most i've been launched into as this was actually office based - which sure beats moving non-descript metal object from piece of tarmac A to piece of tarmac B in the freezing cold English winter.
The interview went well and the lady asked me to start work the vew next day - which would be this morning. So I actually slept last night rather than program!
Just as I was about to leave the telephone rang, 'Hello, it's Joan here'. How strange I thought, the interviewer calling me at this time of the morning.
'I've been thinking about your qualifications and experience and have one concern I wish to alleviate, I would like you to sign a contract for a minimum duration of 3 months.'
Now before we go any further, i'd like to stress that this is a 'temp worker' position, paid at minimum wage of £5 ($*)8) per hour which works out as £9000 ($15000) per annum. In a country where the cost of living is around £12000 if you live on a shoe-string... and only eat by nibbling the fluff off the carpet.
The principle of 'temping' is simple, rather than sign on the doll like a tenant of Oxmoor (my local pits and Englands most notorious housing estate in 1980 something - only 1 riot last year), you go out and work hard long hours for very little reward...
BUT instead of the government paying your salary and your house rent and providing you with a shinny new Renault Espace to take your 18 troubled children to school (i'm not being specific here am I) you get the satisfaction of a job well done and in theory a little extra money because you are working rather than going on holiday to, oh I dont know lets say the Baellerics, or maybe Bahamas.
In theory, such 'temporary' positions are just that, temporary, lasting whilst you look for a proper job with a decent salary.
So I was more than alarmed to be asked to sign a contract - specifically 'NOT' a contract of employment (which would at least have given me some rights and a loop hole to use for the first month) but a 'commitment contract' limited to just that, my commitment to the company. In which I would remain loyal to that company for a minimum duration of 3 months or face the consequences of financial penalty.
What a load of dangley things! So it is with an empty wallet I go face another week having missed this weeks window of work opportunity (jobs are given out on a Thursday).
Gosh I wish the forum rules let me use obsene language here! I'm fumming.
Pneumatic Dryll, Outrageous epic cleric of EQ/Xev
God made the world in 7 days, but we're still waiting for the patch.