When boss left for the night, after my last post, he basically offered me a slightly higher amount of money every time i work the shift as a supervisor. all i have to do, when acting as a supervisor was to denote the very fact on my time sheet.

i turned up on Sunday night, feeling very physically exhausted, yet still happy – it’s the end of the week! i started planning christmas presents, what to wear to Wade’s Wedding reception and whatever else that is not related to work. Then something clicked in my head, and i walked over to find Don, who was on his last night. For some reason, he mentioned he was still “doing” our pay, emailing it out to the accountants and what not once we are closed up for the night.

“hey Don, just so you know, Boss said i am being paid extra by 4 dollars per hour on Wednesday.”

“for WHAT?!?!”

being tactical, because i know Don doesn’t like women in managerial roles, and because i am not quite sure how much boss wants him to know everything, i decided to do half the truths. “he left me to manage the restaurant as his girlfriend wasn’t feeling well.”

“oh, and so? Crip’s paid the same when he had to switch into managerial role.”

[Background story: there's another guy, Crip, on the floor who have been an absolute wonder with customers. he used to be very reliable, and very efficient. Ever since he moved in with Don though, his reliability went down and his complaints about the restaurant went up. even getting a pay rise and a "part time" managerial role couldn't satiate him.

what our boss did was, since he needs managers only once or so a week, he had came to a particular arrangement with some of the people who offered to step up (sans me, since i wasn't part of that batch). he gave them a pay rise, and that was that.

i was given a pay rise, without a proper promotion. suggestions were made as to what i could do, but he never cared to enforce it because he knew i have always done the most basic stuff anyways e.g educating the newbs.]

what was i to say? i was already planning how to spend the money so i was abit ~.~ when Don gave me that look. “well, i don’t know, Boss said i could get paid more…”

“how much more?”

“4 bucks.”

“WHAT?!!? that’s not right! that means you would be paid more than Crip!”

“erm, and so?”

and then the unspoken “thing” floated between us. i know he thinks Crip’s so much better, as much as he think this new guy was so much better than any girl on the floor. because we are female. so i don’t deserve more?

even if it wasn’t about gender (but Don being Don… that’s hardly likely), the fact is i am older than Crip by a good 2 years at least, and i have worked since i was 11. that pretty much gave me enough reasons to earn more than most on the floor, Don included, especially since Don doesn’t even appear to have enough of a menu knowledge!

at the end of the conversation, plus a couple of people standing up for me, he still refused to write it in for me as part of my pay. sure, it’s a measly 20 bucks at the most, and sure, i will never have to deal with him handling my pay or treating the girls in a derogatory manner again.

but, hell as if i wouldn’t rant and rave about it.