Ah shit, Amy. Well, I put a package in the mail for you anyway this morning. I will just tell you about it now instead.
And the filing advice sounds like how it worked for me in CA with the krav and provocateuse money coming in--UI filled in the spaces.
Which seems to contradict the whole "slashing budgets" issue, but whatever.
Even if they're not paying into insurance, I understand there's some employee overhead they can avoid if you're doing contract work so this is cheaper for them. Rarely better for you, but they're not the caringest, are they?
Amy, that sucks, may a much better job come your way soon!
I'm trying to decide which movie to watch while I "edit".
This is exactly what I'm doing.
Depending on how large the parent corporation is, it may simply be a way of moving the spend from one budget line to another. Salaries come out of a different bucket than contractor pay, so you can cut salaried workers, tell your shareholder how much more profitable you are, and then spend those profits hiring all the same people back as freelancers. It's a STUPID system, but everyone seems to do it.
Thanks, ita and Zen.
They're so shady that it's actually several different companies -- I work for NewsH____ters, which is only about eight employees (and therefore they don't have to offer insurance to us), but that company strictly does work for the bigger company, so ... I just figure whatever way they can get around spending money or other obligations, they've figured out a way to do it.
Last I heard, the owner has about a dozen different corporations, and they're all tangled up.
I got to sleep around 3. Woke up at 6:15 to help husband get ready for his big exam today. Ate a chicken biscuit for breakfast. Went back to sleep until about 11:30. I'm now starving, but my body has absolutely no idea what it wants or should be eating.
Oh, and I forgot to say, PACKAGE! In the mail! That's happy-making.
Choose baseball and work. At least that is what I'm doing today. Go A's!
Amy, that sucks. But my dearest hope is that this will lead to something more worthy of your efforts. A place that values you.
Sorry, Amy. May this be the start of something better!
So I ate ice cream for lunch. That's a legitimate choice for the unemployed, right?
Oh Amy, ugh, I'm so sorry. That's never good news, but I'm hoping it turns out to be a blessing in disguise for you.
