I was taken, my breath gone.
I felt like I did the day I spent a whole day driving around with a complete stranger, on a scammy craigslist job ad. It promised $20 an hour as a meat delivery person.
‘All you have to do is deliver this meat in a company truck, Easy Peasy!‘
After visiting a ridiculous amount of reservation residences and then some rejected door to dooring (by me) the driver eventually made it back to the warehouse in the middle of industry ally and nowhereland, where my truck happened to be parked. It had been hours, I estimate 6 or so, and I was so glad for it to be over.
We went inside where the other truck drivers were gathered and I suddenly felt around 2 inches tall.
‘We want the employees only, at this time. Go ahead and have a seat outside.‘
As they all tromped past, when the meeting was over, I felt a sudden realization coming to me before the words were spoken.
‘Ahh, yeah Lady. You didn’t sell anything, that’s how this all works, HERE. Come back tomorrow and we’ll see how you do. Who knows, maybe the guy taught ya some pointers you can work on with your neighbors and family…
So here’s some cards or..eh..here’s one card, you photo copy it and hand it out. Oh also, memorize these sale items real quick, because you can’t have that copy of that, but you need to know them, and….Ok then, hopefully you make some MONEY TOMORROW!’
This same sickening feeling.. that can only minutely be compared to as slavery, came over me again just a couple days ago.
As I blindly (and sometimes dumbly) stumble my way though the world of VAing (Virtual Assisting for bloggers) I just recently left myself completely vulnerable for the most common of inflictions.
The compete lack of the contract support, which has left me completely limber with remorse, sicken with despair and silent with out a voice.
Remorse and self-pity that got worse and worse every time I read that page. Essentially, 3 weeks of posting, 2 post per week minimum; 8 posts to an audience of roughly 20-25k and my expected retribution was to be FIVE whole cents.
Yes, in case you need plain math to understand money terms, $0.05. Making my time not even worth 1 cent an hour.
“Seems fair”, I thought after I had sat and mulled things over a bit. After all, look at how little the poor people in third world countries expect for their backbreaking effort and time. I am not saying I actually did any physical labor in providing original desired content for a targeted audience and I definitely did not spend any extended period of time on it. Maybe we should all follow this example and all try to live on just pennies a day.
So I after taking a week off, full of thinking things over and praying to the demi-gods, I took some advice for the late and great, Kurt…I may have just thought it out loud, even:
‘You can’t fire me, ’cause I quit!’
I feel richer, already. A richness that could never be bought by a person who thinks so little of me.