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HA FREAKING HA:
Jul. 2nd, 2013 12:13 am-so there I was, being not entirely sure that anyone at Zombies, Inc had even ever read the FLSA rules on having unpaid interns. Wednesday afternoon I get emailed an offer letter and told to sign it, which I assume is a primitive way of demonstrating what, to them, might seem to be the most important item on the list of internship rules; that I wasn't expecting them to pay me. I read it, and then I point out, very politely, that the agreement explicitly refers to college credit (this being the default token way to demonstrate that it's okay for you to not pay someone to work for you) and asking if it ought to be amended or if I should just sign it anyway (because I don't care). They said they'd fix it and get back to me. This never happened, so I just showed up today at the appointed time.
The first thing managerlady (she needs a sufficiently droll name, and I am sure fate will provide her with one shortly) said was 'O dang I forgot to tell you to bring your laptop.' Note that I was never, at any point, asked if I owned a laptop and it's been a fairly recent life development for me, but yeah, I am so deep in the rich-kids bubble here that they think Macbooks grow on trees and that even unpaid staff ought to be able to verily produce them from their assholes to be put to company use. Lol startups, maybe. I spent the day reading Very Important Things on other people's machines. I could tell they were important because they were full of words I had previously only come across in Metal Gear cutscenes and I filed away a few interesting concepts for sci-fi plots to not write.
And the second thing she said was that the offer letter hadn't been fixed yet because they weren't certain about the legalities of not paying me, therefore they might have to pay me. I nobly said that I wouldn't complain about such an eventuality. By the end of the day this turned into 'oops, we'll pay you, and because one of us was forced to read the FLSA website you also get a fixed term of 3 months'.
It's not a lot of money and it's only three days a week but hell yes. conclusion: it's amazing what you can accidentally bullshit your way into if you already have enough hereditary economic privilege to get through the door, and this is why everything sucks.
-about the other days of the week; the nicest person from the Mob called again and apologised for not contacting me for a month, and I said I still had one and a half free days midweek if she wanted them, plus Saturdays. Yeah, I am doing this. Honestly, I do better with more structured time and more immediate objectives, as a rule.
-I think the Dingbat is either done with me OR the Useless People are tired of his bullshit - either way, they decided to pick today to pretend to be less Useless than is customary. I enlightened them as to their excellent timing but told them I was still up for part-time gigs because I have no idea what the Mob are actually doing.
-yesterday I found out that Hotel Chocolat have two shops in the whole of America and today I tested the walking distance from Zombies, Inc to one of them. Oh dear.
-so now I need to set up a second user account on my computer; another extraneous virtual self with vital pieces removed in order to prevent engagement.
The first thing managerlady (she needs a sufficiently droll name, and I am sure fate will provide her with one shortly) said was 'O dang I forgot to tell you to bring your laptop.' Note that I was never, at any point, asked if I owned a laptop and it's been a fairly recent life development for me, but yeah, I am so deep in the rich-kids bubble here that they think Macbooks grow on trees and that even unpaid staff ought to be able to verily produce them from their assholes to be put to company use. Lol startups, maybe. I spent the day reading Very Important Things on other people's machines. I could tell they were important because they were full of words I had previously only come across in Metal Gear cutscenes and I filed away a few interesting concepts for sci-fi plots to not write.
And the second thing she said was that the offer letter hadn't been fixed yet because they weren't certain about the legalities of not paying me, therefore they might have to pay me. I nobly said that I wouldn't complain about such an eventuality. By the end of the day this turned into 'oops, we'll pay you, and because one of us was forced to read the FLSA website you also get a fixed term of 3 months'.
It's not a lot of money and it's only three days a week but hell yes. conclusion: it's amazing what you can accidentally bullshit your way into if you already have enough hereditary economic privilege to get through the door, and this is why everything sucks.
-about the other days of the week; the nicest person from the Mob called again and apologised for not contacting me for a month, and I said I still had one and a half free days midweek if she wanted them, plus Saturdays. Yeah, I am doing this. Honestly, I do better with more structured time and more immediate objectives, as a rule.
-I think the Dingbat is either done with me OR the Useless People are tired of his bullshit - either way, they decided to pick today to pretend to be less Useless than is customary. I enlightened them as to their excellent timing but told them I was still up for part-time gigs because I have no idea what the Mob are actually doing.
-yesterday I found out that Hotel Chocolat have two shops in the whole of America and today I tested the walking distance from Zombies, Inc to one of them. Oh dear.
-so now I need to set up a second user account on my computer; another extraneous virtual self with vital pieces removed in order to prevent engagement.