After a conversation
with an old work colleague I’ve discovered I’m earning less in my new “respectable”
job then I would be in my old frowned upon retail job.
I’m not a idiot I realized
I was earning less than I was on my night-shifts, my old job paid night rates
and this one doesn’t but I didn’t know I was being screwed on my day rates too.
After bills I walk away
with a grand total of a £100 spare a week.....bearing in mind I live at home!!
The plan was, if I liked this job and they took me on, to move, at this rate,
for that to happen I need to find myself a rich man.
I’ve been trying to
look at this job as training (hence me tolerating the abysmal pay) it’s in an industry
I really want to get into, because there is good money to be earned. But 37
miles each way for 100 spendable pounds a week is enough to make the best of us
rant.
Then last night I was
complaining to Will that there was no eye candy to look at it (both Sparky and
Merlin were off) and he said “so I never have any eye candy to look at”. The
dude earns £30,000 a year.....I earn (if my math is right) after tax £10,400 a
year.....I’d earn more asking “would you like fries with that?” Eye candy isn’t too
much to ask for, now is it!?
Don’t get me wrong
despite this rant I love the job, but I just find it crazy that my old job that
is frowned upon is actually better paying then my new so called respectable
one.
-The Honest Bitch
