** F U B A R **

- RANT ALERT -


My darling employment agency has fucked up yet again.

I stay with the job for 2 major reasons. I have my life and health back, and because I am waiting on the MasterChief to finish up his contract. I want the mobility to be free to move when the time comes, because I know once plans are made, they will be made super fast.

I don't know anyone who has taken on a contract job and stayed for 24 months. This is unusual in money-, status- and income- driven Singapore. I have completed 3 contracts with them and even ranked as 3rd best staff for 2005/6. That was a surprise because I am completely slacked out on this job; not my usual driven, focused, capable self. Still recognised for good work when my thumb is up my ass. Incredible.

Actually, that means I either have a good work ethic or the staff I was measured against were... um... less than desirable. But that is a story for another post.

What has HAPPENED is that I didn't get paid. Again.

So. Nov 30 was my last day and I'm currently working without a formal contract. I am due my normal monthly salary + a completion bonus. My first completion bonus, at the end of my third contract, when others got theirs from the word go. Still, I didn't kick up a fuss and just shrugged it off. If I had wanted money, I wouldn't have quit corporate, yes?

I make it a point to check, whenever possible, on the very same fucking day my salary is supposed to be banked in because whilst they're one of the better agencies in Singapore, they still suck eggs. Fucking big time. The very first time I worked for them, the very first month I was due to be paid, the Tampines office lost my fucking timesheet. The 2 months after that there were problems, not by me, but stuffed by internal issues. I remember my first contract with them well because that meant my first THREE months with them I got paid late. As late as 2 weeks.

And now?
We are in December; I have bills to pay, things to stock up on.
It is coming to Christmas, so I have gifts to buy, people to see.
Time is precious because I pull a lot of odd shifts - I like being awake at 4am. The malls and the rest of the world, however, are dead asleep.

Tomorrow is my off day and I had laid down plans. Literal plans because I like to think on what I need to achieve and I schedule my day, timing and route accordingly. Now I am stuck because first thing tomorrow morning, THE VERY FIRST FUCKING THING I am going to do, is call the agency and ensure that I am paid what is bloody owed me. .

Again they cost me, because I pulled the late evening shift today and to get them early at 9AM, I will literally loose sleep. I feel like I'm offering my ass up for a round of anus-renching ass-busting fucking.


Almost makes me want to go back to corporate. Almost!!


UPDATE
Got my money. But guess what? There's a shortfall of a hundred bucks. Idiots!