Greetings and Such Whatnot to All my Favorite Reprobates!
Whelp… I started at $16.00 an hour… last Friday. Got paid today and apparently Bossdude realizes what a -stellar- commodity I am already. I’m now making $18.00 an hour.
Now to all y’all in the hinterlands of High Prices and Lower Expectations that payrate is probably on the low end for the kind of shit I’m doing. That maybe in some A.O.s nationwide, but for this area? Thats fucking good. Leastways in what I’ve been seeing over the past few years.
For example: Years back, when I first got out of the Army, I caught a job that was ‘rent-to-own’ (read temp position thru and agency). The company took me on, and I was there for a year plus and mind you, this was pre-the Hindu Invasion. The “Train your replacement or no severance!”
As I recall (mind you, Too Many Years, Too Many Beers) I was paid around $15 an hour and that was pretty good cake at the time. It allowed me to keep the X at the house w/the kids and -not- be overly worried about cash. The rent was paid and things were cool.
Fast forward a number of years later. I had relocated from The Peoples Socialist Republics of New England to shall we say the Warmer more Gun Friendly Climes of Central Florida. I, being new to the area, and –trying- to find new work outside of getting my ass shot off, found out that the company that re-introduced me to life outside of the Green Machine still existed… in fact it had prospered. I went and got hired on with them in a New Yawk Second. I got on at $16.50 an hour. 7-8 years later garnered me a $1.50 raise.
Quick humorous aside: When I was in the training class, the instructor on day 5 (of a 3 week course) gave out the employee numbers to everyone. He went down the list alphabetically, and on getting to mine, he was like totally puzzled. He was like “That ain’t right!” I was like “Whats up?” He’s like “This has to be a mistake… your employee number is 2314.” (At that point all the numbers being given out were in the 50,000 bracket…) I was like “Dude… check w/H.R…. I’m an OG-Old Skool Rehire!”
So here I was… dealing. The COLA (for the pencil necks out there: COLA = Cost Of Living Adjustment) was barely enough to pay the mortgage and bills… I ended up blowing that Particular Poverty Producing Poor Paying Popstand for another contract after 6 months in… it was either that or go broke.
At $11.50 and hour.
At a comparable job… in fact actually a higher level position that I used to jockey back for $16.00 an Hour.
THIS IS WHAT IS GOING TO CAUSE A REVOLUTION. Mark my fuckin words me boyos and sheilas. Fucking Oath. Aye even. (a quick shout to my man Black Poison Soul, who’s been verbally kicking me in my Arse to do this and blog again… between him and Phil, i.e. The Vulgar Curmudgeon, I’d still be twiddling my fucking thumbs). But yeah… Outsource all the gigs to Punjab, Pandit and Pulljob, and then Insult to Injury, cut the fucking pay to a ‘starter job’ level that actually requires a certain amount of brainpower, and not pay for it.
“Wow! We sure scaped by by the skin of our teeth!”
Security Team: “Whats this -we- shit motherfucker?”
So… took me two days to ping this one out. I was fucking spent. I’ll try and get another one up tonight. I’ve got it on good authority that I’m (barring floods, locusts and or biblical plagues) that I’m off Sunday.