Just a ramble tonight, I’m tired and almost out of whisky (once you open a bottle, it evaporates very rapidly, I find. There’s not much of last night’s Black Bottle left at all).
Interesting conversation with Mopman today. He asked if the manager had given me a date for leaving.
I was momentarily baffled. I replied that I had given her a date for leaving. August 10th, just over two weeks from the date I gave notice.
It had not occurred to me that anyone would request permission to resign, or that anyone would think it necessary. The terms of the contract are that either side can terminate the contract by giving the other party two weeks’ notice. I have done this. There is no need to ask permission to leave – it’s a cleaning company, not the Army! I don’t have to buy myself out. My contract will terminate at 7pm on August 10th, the end of my final shift. There is nothing anyone in the company can do to prevent it. It amazed me that he thinks the people he works for have some kind of hold over him. Perhaps he believes she has his soul in a jar somewhere?
It further transpired that he is now being paid at supervisor rate and was concerned that I might be a bit pissed off about it. I am not. I have already resigned anyway and never wanted the supervisor job. What I already knew, and what he is now finding out, is that it is a pittance extra and comes with a mass of paperwork, much of it nonsense. There is important and serious documentation in there but it is under a pile of irrelevant rubbish that is of no real consequence other than to keep an administrator employed somewhere.
Anyway, Mopman has a job interview tomorrow. I hope he gets it. He’s a decent, if somewhat dim bloke and young enough to still have a chance at a career. There is nothing for him in the Secret Ninja Cleaners beyond the supervisor level. Next level is area manager and there will be an awful lot of people ahead of him in the queue for that one. He has been there three years, others in the area have been with the company for over a decade. I doubt he’d live long enough to be promoted above supervisor. I certainly wouldn’t.
Besides, having met a few of those the area manager has to deal with – Gadget Man, Frankenstein’s First Attempt, the Cousin the Addams Family Never Mention and Sitting Down Man, I really would not want to be their manager. Replacing them all would be impossible, the pay for new entrants has been reduced and is too low for the level of cleaning they want done. They are now paying peanuts so only monkeys are applying. The company is killing itself to save money. Mopman is an excellent cleaner. They are not paying him enough to stay and he, like me, is on the old, higher rate.
The job he is going for is as a shop storeman. Not much of an increase in hourly rate but he’d be in an environment where he could reasonably expect to progress up the ranks. Especially since most of the shops locally have a high turnover of staff. They gain experience then move to a better job in another shop. There are always openings at the bottom.
As for me, I have now experienced the retail environment so if I do ever feel the need to return, I won’t be starting from the bottom. I won’t need to come back as a janitor.
And I have seen enough to fuel five horror novels that won’t need a single ghost or demon. There are stories that would have everyone growing their own food and buying nothing at all from shops. Did I mention I planted carrots this year and am looking to grow potatoes next year?
But those tales are for the future. First I have to finish the three nearly-done ones. Then the not-quite-so-nearly-done ones.
Mopman has helped a little, even though he will probably never realise it. The idea that you are somehow owned by your employer even though they have no actual power over you at all had never crossed my mind. It will be woven into Panoptica somewhere. It already has been, in the sense that 10538 believes the State is his benevolent master, but I can now extend that to his immediate employer.
That will make his acceptance of what they do to him so much easier to explain.