Fuck you. No, seriously.
Feb. 6th, 2009 03:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Do excuse me while I FUCKING RANT.
So it's Friday and it's payday. Yay, right? Only no because I checked my account this morning and surprise suprise! No money. I just sort of sighed because it's not like this is the first time this has happened - in fact, it's more weird when I get my wages in full, in my account, on the day I should.
So I go into work and collar my mate Head Chef Sam.
'Been paid, Sam?'
'No, no one has.'
...right. It transpires that the boss, who went into hospital on Tuesday morning for a hip replacement operation, texted the chick she'd left in charge yesterday afternoon. The text went something like, 'I forgot to tell Ian [her husband] but I haven't done anyone's wages. Let everyone know, will you? There's a bit of cash in the safe, give them a bit of that. And look on this as character building.'
Fucking. What.
The chick left in charge is called Nicola. She's 21 and a real self important twat. But this isn't her fault and even I feel sorry for her, everyone's gone mental. Tracey, the boss, has no idea when she'll be out of hospital - by all accounts she's not doing too well and the earliest it'll be is Tuesday. It might be later than that. She left no cash to cover this because she banked all of last weeks takings, even knowing that she hadn't put the payroll through. And to add insult to injury for a group of us, our banks take three to five days to process our wages - she says she'll transfer the pay when she gets back. If it's later than Tuesday I wont be seeing any cash until the week after next.
Ian was told about this yesterday. His response? 'Take the cash there is and go and stock up the wine cellar before you give anyone any money.'
AAAAAAAAARRRRRGH! Because yeah Ian, its not fucking like any of the staff have bills or rent or mouths to fucking feed or lives, right?
I asked Nicola why Ian couldn't just transfer the payroll. 'Because Ian's Ian.'
Yeah OK, good fucking response. I am beyond mad about this. It's not even about the money because luckily, mother put some money into Evie's account last week and if it comes down to it, I can use that until my pay shows up. It's the rudeness. It's the complete disregard for the people who are running her business while she's away. It's the way she treats everyone like utter shit. Because bear in mind that if she comes back next week and she doesn't think we've done enough/the place isn't clean enough/ she doesn't like the specials menu/whatever, she's going to be the first to tear a strip off us. And yet she doesn't give a fuck about paying us on time? Bitch. Bitch.
There has been no apology. She's dumped this in the lap of a 21 year old who doesn't really know how to cope with 20 or so staff going sick at her - her response yesterday was apparantly a lot of nervous laughter. Can't blame her. She must know there's going to be a shitstorm next week - me and two others have already decided to go and take this to Tracey when she gets back. She has to know that this shit is not okay.
In the meantime, I'm doing the bare minimum. I wont send out crap food to the customers because its not their fault. But no way am I making any other sort of effort. I'm sick of this bullshit and am already looking for another job - I'll be sad to leave my mates and it'll be hard to find another job so flexible for me. But how can you work all month and then not know if you're going to get paid at the end of it. It's bang out of order.
Phew. I wish I could say I felt better now but I don't. I wont until I get to confront her face on about it. WHY ARE PEOPLE SO SHIT?!
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Date: 2009-02-06 10:29 pm (UTC)I'ma look into it.
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