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Posted Friday, December 16, 2011 // 10:00 pm
Only to correct
 So a couple of days ago, when I was still working, there was this lady all decked up in designer clothings coming over to our booth and wanted to buy some 10-feet mutha-fucking tree when the biggest size we have is 8-feet. I recognise her because she came over a day earlier asking for the same things only to leave eventually saying that another place has 10-feet trees. I served her, of course, since I recognise her and everything. And she bought the ornaments plus the trees, naturally, and spent over $2100. Now here's the issue. By right, I am eligible to obtain 21 points of commission. And that is equivalent to $21 extra added into my paycheck. But there was some conflicts saying, "Oh the sales belongs to the company. You can't have it. I need to check." Fair enough. But I didn't go the work immediately the next day and the day that I did, it was my last day of work. So I was informed that I legit-ly do not have the commission because of the same old, fucking challenge-able reason. Here's the deal about the commission. I work at what you call a sweatshop. Every tree/$100 worth of ornaments, I get one point, which is equivalent to one dollar. So I am earning 1% of everything I manage to sell off. Don't get me wrong, I am pissed as hell when I didn't get the 21 points I am supposed to have. I mean really, come on, "the sales belongs to the company"? If it does, I don't, isn't it? I am working for the company, the sales belongs to the company BECAUSE of me. Because I served her from beginning till when she swiped her pretty VISA card and signed her pretty receipt. I am simply earning 1% of your "company" sales, is that too much from all the trees you are selling this Christmas? But then again, I am just glad it's the last day of work and I no longer have to return to the work place and continue earning measly amounts. When I told my godmum, she flared. I swear, if she were to be fluent in English, she would be dialing the MOM number and complaining about how they just cheated my effort and work. But I eventually manage to cool her down and keep her away from the phone. Then, she told my godbrother. Now let me tell you about her sons, mainly her eldest one. He, well, he is one complain-y chauvinist. He complains about the government, about Singapore system, and refuses to let his girlfriend talk. I don't even understand why his girlfriend stick with him despite his bitching. He bitches even worst than a girl. He never really bothers me, or my sister, for the matter. We never really cross paths. He just really knows that I hate it when he starts talking politics. He never ask me about school, never ask me about work, and I think he probably didn't know I worked until my godmum told him about the above incident. After learning about it, he started being all concerned and interested in my situation. Now, I know this stuff. He is not interested in my issue, he is interested in filling me in about how he thinks and his reaction if he was in my issue. And it's fake as hell. He should really hide his pretentious concern. 16 years of not crossing paths and now he is telling me what to do. He never even advice what CCA or what subject I should take and now he is interested in my working issues. I am disheartened at the world a little. Labels: work stories, working |