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Minimum wage
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I’m sorry, I’ve read this three times and I can’t get past “You earn what now?”
How do they get away with it?
It’s piece work, so I’m paid £5 for every page of a website I do, which has got to be about 300 words (and it’s not just a case of writing the words either, there’s more to it than that and £5 is way, way under what you should get). When I started, I worked out that I would be coming out with about 250 a month. I raised this with my immediate superior, who told me that “thing is looby, you’re writing original copy for everyone.”
Erm… but isn’t this what a copywriter does? Talking – ideally meeting but there’s no budget for me even to go to Preston let alone Manchester or Glasgow say – to your client and building up a picture of what they’re doing and their USPs, then honing something down then knocking it back and forth until they’re happy? That’s copywriting to me, partly anyway.
Oh no. I was told to just crib from other people’s websites. “Just copy and paste it and change it around a bit so that Google’s plagiarism detectors won’t discover it.”
Fucking hell, what a pile o shite!
Anyway, in an advance announcement, I’ve resigned. If I’m going to be destitute I’d be better off using the time applying for jobs that attain to the dizzy heights of the minimum wage.
Good on you for chucking that gig, that’s indentured servant shite right there… ever think about expanding the black market business? add a few people and put a few bob in the wallet? just a thought, i know it’s always served me well…
It has crossed me mind to expand it from the friends-only operation at the moment. The other day me and Wendy were talking about jobs, and I said “well, I’ve already got the ideal job for me, it’s just it’s very part-time.”
david sedaris turned a christmas elf gig into a one man show that continues to pack theaters in my part of the world during the holidays. go for it!
It’s great isn’t how some people manage to make careers out of mall periods in their lives.
I’ve got a Plan B in case I am not wanted as an Elf, but I hope I am. There might be career development to be had in the New Year as an Easter Chick.
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