PLZ to be letting me get up from the AZZRAPE
So, I've been at the studio at 6:30 every friggin' morning this week. October calendar wasn't published until this fucking afternoon, so I had no idea what I was doing after yesterday.
We have a runout past Indianapolis on Saturday - for a 10 am show. That means I have to be at the studio at 7am. On a fucking Saturday. To go do the Clay County Popcorn Festival - which means, of course, we'll go there, we'll set up, we'll do our show for maybe 20 people who actually stay and another 60-80 who wander in and out, then drive home. After this week of ten-hour days with no per diem.
Speaking of - they're changing the ways they do per diem - the measly $20 we get for food on road days. I've always taken slight issue with the way they've classified an "away day" - no matter what time we leave, as long as we get back before 7:30pm, we get no money. So, for instance, even though this week we've had no way to eat at home, we get nada. Now they've broken the $20 down into a *possible* $22 - $5 for bfast, $7 for lunch, $10 for dinner. Used to be, travel days got us a full $20. Now, travel less than 5 hours gets just $10 - more than 5 hours gets $17. This is just nickel-and-diming us to death. For instance, October (which is a light month for us - we have 15 unbooked days) would normally net me $100 in per diem. Now? $79.
Assmunches. I knew when per diem was first explained to me (after, of course, I'd quit my other job and signed the contract) that they'd hoodwinked me by the inital promise with no explanation; $20/day on top of my regular pay sounds decent - $20/day only when on an overnight is shit. But now? Urrrrrrrgh.
So. Fucking. Angry.
And Glenn just fucking interrupted me in the middle of a sentence, then huffed into the next room to pout when I called him on it. Yeah, it's petty for me to journal that - but I'm feeling pretty fucking petty today.
We have a runout past Indianapolis on Saturday - for a 10 am show. That means I have to be at the studio at 7am. On a fucking Saturday. To go do the Clay County Popcorn Festival - which means, of course, we'll go there, we'll set up, we'll do our show for maybe 20 people who actually stay and another 60-80 who wander in and out, then drive home. After this week of ten-hour days with no per diem.
Speaking of - they're changing the ways they do per diem - the measly $20 we get for food on road days. I've always taken slight issue with the way they've classified an "away day" - no matter what time we leave, as long as we get back before 7:30pm, we get no money. So, for instance, even though this week we've had no way to eat at home, we get nada. Now they've broken the $20 down into a *possible* $22 - $5 for bfast, $7 for lunch, $10 for dinner. Used to be, travel days got us a full $20. Now, travel less than 5 hours gets just $10 - more than 5 hours gets $17. This is just nickel-and-diming us to death. For instance, October (which is a light month for us - we have 15 unbooked days) would normally net me $100 in per diem. Now? $79.
Assmunches. I knew when per diem was first explained to me (after, of course, I'd quit my other job and signed the contract) that they'd hoodwinked me by the inital promise with no explanation; $20/day on top of my regular pay sounds decent - $20/day only when on an overnight is shit. But now? Urrrrrrrgh.
So. Fucking. Angry.
And Glenn just fucking interrupted me in the middle of a sentence, then huffed into the next room to pout when I called him on it. Yeah, it's petty for me to journal that - but I'm feeling pretty fucking petty today.