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Originally Posted by DMcCunney
Sounds like the apocryphal sign in the mechanic's garage:
Labor cost: $25/hour
If you watch: $50/hour
If you help: $100/hour
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Dennis |
That
very sign hangs in the office, where we can all see it. In VERY BIG print. It's a skosh different, in case anyone else comes in to read it (ahem....let's say, in case any deluded soul imagines that this is a "family-friendly" environment...).
And shabbos...well, if she defines signing her name, as
work...<shrug> The part that slays me, though, is, CLEARLY, she was getting the key to do some WORK. Setting up the anime space, or...something. How that's less work than writing your signature...hmmmm. (Falls into the "things that make you go, "hmmmmm" category.)
Speaking of things that make you go Hmmmm....here's mine for the day:
@Cins:
That was funny. I like it so much, I'm thinking of making a canned (reply) of it, with my new, imaginary, (and thus, paid according to her very real worth!) assistant. Grizelda. Grizelda...Zagot. Grizelda Zagot, Manager of Customer Satisfaction and Happiness.
Interviewing. SUCKS. I'd forgotten. Like manna, my last 3 assistants/bookmaker (the very first one I ever hired-he's an MR regular, and no, I shan't disclose his dark secret of having worked for The Evil Capitalistic Queen!), have simply...appeared. The first guy, I stumbled over here. My next assistant was a bartender (I swear) who knew somebody who knew me, and somehow (actually, sort of like a stray cat, now that I think about it) strayed in here, and stayed...until he didn't. This last woman knew the bartender, and needed some part-time work (FOOLED YA!!!), and so she came to work for me, gosh 3+ years ago, maybe four. In fairness, it's not a fab-paying gig, and they DO burn out. Hell, I'm burned out, but it's my biz, so...can't leave.
The bookmakers come the "more regular" way. But their jobs are crisply defined, and in many ways, simple: the book output is good, or it's bad, or they can't learn from mistakes, or they do.
But your right hand man/woman? Oish. That's a whole other kettle o'fish.
Hitch