Sat-tis-fact-shun

Hi.

Gotta say, been having a rough time lately. Keeping my head above water as always but yeesh, starting to firmly believe that I’ve done some tremoundously bad things in a previous life because the current one is dishing me out a doozy.

I have a strange bite on the inside of my left arm that fluctuates between itchy and stinging. I’ve had a headache since Thursday. This past weekend was a total write-off due to a mystery sickness and this morning I had a lovely 9 months together breakfast with my boyfriend, that I couldn’t finish because my tummy was all like “nah”. That’s the tip of this iceberg, but let’s move around it.

I’ve got to say, there are few things in this world that make me feel better than a nice quick game of ‘I win’. For those unfamiliar with the game, it was first introduced to me by comedian Rhys Nicholson, who is so funny that when I’ve watched his standup I genuinely had to remind myself to remember to breathe because tears were forming in my eyes as an involuntary response to lack of oxygen.

I Win is a game I’d already been kind of playing, but had never heard a named coined for it. Basically you find someone or something you don’t like, and research until you get a healthy dose of schadenfreude.

Look, disclaimer right here right now, sometimes this doesn’t work and you end up feeling worse.

Today’s litle game was a definite Jess Wins. I looked up the legal procedings that the Federal Government Consumer Watchdog entered into for a former employer of mine.

An employer who, changed my roster at the last minute so that it meant I would miss my best friend’s Hen’s Party after I’d been approved for leave. Which I refused to let happen FYI.  Who also used to send text messages to the company phone scolding you for your ‘disgusting efforts’. There’s a long list of things this employer had done to me, and my team. One of the girls I worked with had a medical episode, and the following week when we were sent away, she wasn’t even provided with a bed in the accommodation.

We’d receive our rosters on the Friday night, which also told us where we’d be the next week. It could be Grafton, Coffs Harbour, Tamworth, Nowra, Newcastle. We wouldn’t know, and it would always be sent as the admin staff are walking out the door for the weekend so if we had questions or querys we may as well write them down and send them by boat, nothing was going to be done until Monday.

As I said, there’s a long list that the employer had done, but that not even covering what would happen day to day dealing with all the customers they’d burned too.

It was a hard slog, and more than any job I’ve done, the least rewarding. It was this job that made me feel what rock bottom felt like. I genuinely thought mostdays getting out of bed that I would rather be unemployed than deal with this hurricane of constant shit. It was only when I had zero confidence in myself that I actually amanged to do the gutsiest thing I’ve probably ever done.

I went to my best friend’s hens party, and received a ‘don’t come monday’ phonecall. They always called through things like this because they were too smart to leave a paper trail. They’d also implied I wouldn’t be paid out my holiday leave or my current pay period and they weren’t going to send me a separation certificate. Pretty illegal just by the way. On the Monday I rang Fair Work Australia, found all the correct legislation and emailed them. They called me. I declined the called and emailed them. This went on for two hours until they finally realised I wasn’t going to answer their phonecall and they, realising that I wasn’t messing around gave me my legal entitlements.

Through working for this company I genuinely felt like life couldn’t get much worse, legitimately – the 8 months I worked there for sure were some of the worst in my life. I loved my team I worked with don’t get me wrong, but the conditions were awful.

And that’s why I win, as of December, said company has well and truly gone into adminsitration, and has been ordered to make amends with the customers they’ve ripped off over the years. They’ve disappeared from facebook and are blacklisted with scathing reviews on every site you can leave one.

Sometimes when you wait for karma, she comes in swinging and all you’re left to do is sip tea and smile.

 

 

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