Working For a "Friend"
It Wasn't Supposed To Be This Way
When Nigel offered Scott
a job in his firm, it was
grabbed with both hands.
Scott had been hit hard
by the recession.
Getting a job offer from
a guy he'd gone to
school with, a guy he'd known for nearly twenty years, was a gift.
Or so He thought.
The first couple of months weren't bad. Scott appreciated getting a new start.
Then Nigel began to exert himself. Scott wasn't Nigel's partner. Not even a privileged employee.
Within five months of employment, Scott was forced to sign in and sign out.
And his pay, the pittance he received, would be docked for lateness, for leaving early, and
This wasn't how he'd imagined it would be.
Scott had been on his own for his entire professional life, save the first few months when he'd sort of toadied for a very senior person.
Having gone to Professional school with Nigel, (and doing better) he didn't think his every draft would be torn to bits.
He didn't think he'd be second guessed and treated like a slave.
He wanted to jump up in Nigel's face and shout, but he didn't have any option right now.
So Scott sat at his desk and tried to get from 8:30 to 4:30 in as good a humour
as he was able.
And he realised it was this joy at being alive that made Nigel hate him.
Scott took his own clients
not many, of course, as
he didn't have time.
Nigel kept him so busy
that he couldn't think.
Further, there was no standard,
Scott never knew what tomorrow would hold, each day was chaos of a different flavour.
At first, it wasn't a problem.
He'd meet his clients outside of the office and outside of office hours.
He'd do his private business then get to the office as quickly as he could.
His monthly pay was untouched.
It might be only once or twice a month he'd be a few hours late.
But he'd make it up in production.
That is, until Nigel began to cut his pay.
As Scott was getting a small salary, (and had thought it was more token in the
expectation that he'd soon be having his own clients and wouldn't need Nigel's
packet) this deduction was hard felt.
Yet how could he turn down what was nearly a quarter of his pay from a client
especially when his 'daily' pay (so carefully calculated by Nigel) was so low?
Then he realised, there was a nice easy way round this.
Having calculated his 'day'
emolument, Scott set his
rates to be three times
than his day's pay.
When he had a client,
even if the entire job took
only an hour, Scott would
not come in that day.
Hence Nigel could clip the pennies, Scott got the dollars plus a free day.
When Scott had his own work, he wouldn't race to the office and try to make up the time, nor would he warn Nigel the day before.
It didn't take very long for Scott to reach the point where he couldn't care less if Nigel lost business or was put to difficulty. For Nigel was no longer a friend, Nigel was an abuser,
a man who wanted to use him, treat him like a peon, when he was an equal.
After Scott took his first client, got his first 3x pay, and was relaxing in front of his T.V. when he 'should be working', it all came to him.
How tiny his day's pay actually was,
Why had he been working so hard for so little?
Scott then set himself to do as little as possible each day.
He'd do the kind of work that the pay reflected.
Further, as Nigel loved to 'nit pick' Scott game him a lot of 'nits' to pick.
Scott would sign in and let Nigel pull the pennies from his pay for lateness.
He'd take a day instead of an hour or two.
And he quietly planned his escape. Leaving Nigel with more work than he could manage. When he was gone, Nigel would realise how much he lost.