||[Jul. 5th, 2005|11:59 pm]
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My my my.
You know, I think my most stable job title has been my first, when I was a clerical officer in the Motor tax office! It's certainly not this one... because, now I am not "<insert first name of choice> Hughes", I am "<insert first name of choice> Hughes, Independent Contractor"! So, why do I suddenly have the urge to call everyone Rodney and speak in a dodgy cockney accent?
Of course, being an independent contractor means one very big thing - we're not employees of Door to Door Deliveries (I think they're Ltd), we're just contractors they hire out. Of course, that means that we have to look after our own tax details and the like. I find this slightly worrying.
It also means that when I get my cheque every few days (we get paid per area - an area takes about 2 days), I'm going to have to hold some of it back - I can't just splurge. Then again, how much time will I have to splurge? I'm probably going to be getting up at about 5am when my contract actually starts.
Y'see, I'm teamed up with a "van contractor" - this would sound more impressive if I wasn't holding a title of "Quality somethingorother Contractor" - and the van contractor drives, and I read the map. We then deliver books, 20 at a time to all the doors around. He gets paid per piece, and I get paid by the hour. 11 euro per hour. That's 8.50 basic, and 2.50 quality bonus - i.e. if I get no complaints, I get my bonus. Now, my van contractor and I are to decide the hours we work. This could easily mean a 5am start. We then work the rest of our area, and then go to the warehouse and stock up during the daytime, missing the rush. But basically it'd work out as about 10 hours a day. That's 110 euro a day. Or 85 euro a day basic. That means I'd get my cheque for about 170 euro every two days... and my bonus would follow up about a week later.
I'm going to be wrecked... but hopefully in a good way.
At least it's not door to door sales/charity like last year. I wasn't a Chugger (Charity Mugger - those people on the street with clipboards who assault you to try and get your bank details for 5 euro a month to a charity who will then send out letters to you each month asking you to donate more each month)... I was a Churgalar - a Charity Burgalar. I went door to door trying to convince people to part with their bank details to a complete (and somewhat odd) stranger at their door. That was roughly the same hours. But this way I don't need to worry about what to wear, nor do I need to worry about trying to sell people something.
This could be fun. I just have to make sure I keep my financial affairs above board. Dammit, why couldn't one of my friends have a summer job in the tax office?