Jag funderar på att starta eget företag, eller enskild firma som det heter, tips från kompis och kollega Min, i första hand för mitt kreativa arbeta som författare, filmskapare och skådespelare, men även för andra småsaker till exempel design och försäljning av smycken, och mer down-to-earth extrajobb som barnpassning, så att jag kan fakturera och tjäna pengar vitt. Det här med barnpassning kom upp eftersom jag hoppat på verksamheter Kreativa Barnvakter nyligen, men också därför att en arbetskamrat till Min som är ensamstående mamma skulle behöva barnvakt framöver och Min tipsade henne om mig, så jag skulle behöva ta reda på lite mer om vad som gäller med lön och så vidare tänkte jag och Googlade på det... fann mycket bra information på Passagens debattsida, men innan dess så fann jag två forumtrådar som gjorde mig så himla ilsken att jag var tvungen att sammanfatta det här.
Först och främst, väldigt kortfattat, på en hemsida som heter Allt för föräldrar, var det någon som startat en tråd och kastat ut frågan "Vad är rimligt för mig att betala barnvakten?" och det första svar personen får är från en kvinna som kallar sig EllaNora och hon säger då: "50-60 kr i timman tycker jag är en rimlig svartlön för en barnvakt..."
För det första, vem sade något om svartlön? Visst, om det rör sig om att sitta barnvakt ett par timmar varannan vecka när föräldrarna vill komma bort från hemmet och slå klackarna i taket så spelar det ingen roll eftersom slutsumman inte kommer upp i den mängd att tjejen skulle behöva skatta på det ändå, men den informationen fanns inte tillgänglig i det öppnande inlägget, så det skulle lika gärna ha kunnat handla om barnpassning på del- eller varför inte heltid i brist på dagisplats, det vet varken jag eller EllaNora.
Men det som verkligen "tog tårtan" var den forumtråd som jag fann på en hemsida som heter Flashback, ungefär samma öppnande inlägg, fast här var mer information tillgänglig, vi fick veta att flickan som skulle passa småknytten gick i nionde klass, föräldrarna var schyssta nog att erbjuda middag och skjuts hem eller eventuell övernattning om det blev sent... men lyssna till de här utvalda inläggen:
H.E.L:
"80 kr i timmen? Skall hon även städa, lägga tak och kakla badrummet?
Nej, 40-60 kr i timmen svart. Inte mer. Hon får ju dessutom käk."
Skrt^:
"Snåla inte nu för fan! Ge henne minst 80 och om hon har potential att bli snygg; punga ut med mer vid sidan av!"
Spår av nötter:
"Väldigt generöst med taxi och allt. Men att åka taxi är väl inget hon uppskattar som betalning direkt. "Var barnvakt åt ungarna så får du åka taxi för femhundra spänn" -Inget till värde direkt.
Nej men 250 per kväll tycker jag låter rimligt... om hon är snygg. "
mosplhcb (som startade tråden):
"100 kr i timmen känns lite för mkt för oss. Då kan man ju iofs säga att det bara är vad två stora starka kostar, vilket vi antagligen drar i oss x flera under samma kväll, men ändå. Vi är som sagt inga höginkomsttagare, både jag och min sambo jobbar inom den offentliga sektorn, och det skulle resultera i att vi anlitade henne mer sällan.
Jag kan tänka mig att kompensera henne även i annat än pengar, t ex om hon behöver hjälp med något, skjuts någonstans och liknande."
encap:
"60-70 spänn räcker gott och väl. Det är skitbra betalt. Hon får fan käk, taxi hem, och slippa allt skit hemma, det är nog tillräckligt för en 9åk-are.
Lycka till!"
Alltså, jag blir så förbannad att jag inte vet var jag ska göra av mig själv! Det här är en människa som utför ett arbete vi pratar om här, dessutom en ung och lätt-utnyttjad människa som med initiativförmåga och god tro försöker tjäna ihop fickpengar på ett hederligt sätt, plus att arbetet i fråga heller inte är vilket arbete som helst, det innebär fullständigt ansvar för det mest heligaste och dyrbaraste i dessa människors liv, nämligen deras barn, och här prutar de med sina egna bristfälliga samveten för att se hur pass mycket pengar de kan lura henne på!
Och sedan, som om inte allt det vore nog, så spelar det helt plötsligt roll hur flickan ser ut! Är hon snygg? Som om det handlade om att träna upp en framtida älskarinna åt herrn i huset eller jag vet inte vad! Vad fan spelar det för roll om hon är snygg eller inte? Är man bättre barnvakt om man ser bra ut? Borde hon få mindre timlön om hon har oturen att vara ful, eller vadå?
Gaaaarrrgggghhh!!! säger jag bara. Hela jävla mänskligheten kan ta och hoppa i sjön, tycker jag. Jag bjuder på taxin dit. Svarttaxi.
Friday, August 06, 2010
Book "Review"
Marble Skin by Slavenka DrakulićMy rating: 5 of 5 stars
This is not a book, it's a stream of consciousness that envelops you, even after you've put it down it haunts you, and it should because it's a haunting, beautiful, terrible tale, told not so much in words but images that bleed together, there is no obvious structure, no square frame to keep the story in place, to keep you in place, in the story, there's just you and the pages and these two women, and they're not characters for you to observe, they're flesh and blood (under the marble skin) and you are one with both of them and they are one, and there's also the man somewhere in your peripheral, just a by-stander, this is not about the man although he plays an important part, he's just someone to see and touch and thus bring out the body, your body, so that you can understand it, and then he's gone, he's served his purpose, and all that's left is you, and the silence and the memories, and whatever comes next.
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Sunday, July 25, 2010
Nothing important happened today
I'm reading this amazing book, I don't remember if I told you that already, but it's called "Marble skin" and it's by Slavenka Drakulic. I'm loving every page of it so far, I'm on eighty out of a hundred and eighty-eight.
I worked in the indian restaurant last night, it was actually busy for once, but not in a good way. It was stressful, things went wrong, not big things like I'm used to from the previous place I waitressed in, but enough to be annoying. I also worked later than usually and missed the bus and the train that I usually take to get home when I've worked in this place, instead I had to take another bus, the tube and then a second bus, and of course there was lots of waiting and walking in the cold rain in-between those, which did wonders for the building cold I felt that previous morning, I can tell you. I was meant to work tonight as well, and I really should have because I really need the money (if I even get paid, which remains to be seen), but I sent my boss a text message and told him I felt too ill to come in, which was an exaggeration but not a complete lie, because I am feeling rather under weather, and last night undid the magic my last yoga session performed on my body and posture completely, and now my back and shoulders hurt again. Plus I woke up not too long ago and just finished making my coffee (the old-fashioned way, in a pot on the stove!) and if I were to work again tonight, I'd have to leave now, since it's Sunday and it'd take forever to get into town. And it still looks like rain. Not the refreshing kind, but the cold "I'm going to eat away your bone marrow" kind.
I also went to the theatre with my friend Min the other night, well the night before last actually, and saw "Inception" - I'd seen the posture of that film the night before and really didn't feel like I wanted to watch it, but when Min suggested it I figured there was hardly another movie showing that would be remotely better, and it did have two of my favourite actors in it (Joseph Gordon-Levitt and Marion Cotillard) so I agreed to it - and we were both pleasantly surprised, it was a lot better than we had anticipated! I especially loved the different levels to the story, and I'm not saying anything else because you I think you should watch it, it's entertaining if not nothing else, so you'll most likely enjoy it even if you don't think it's a masterpiece or anything. One thing though, towards the end, that I just didn't buy (not in terms of the actual story, more like the telling of it) and after you've seen it I'll tell you what and why...
When I got home from work, all shivery and miserable and aching, I didn't go to bed as I should have, I warmed up the meal the boys in the kitchen had made for me (I didn't even ask for it or remind them I was avegetarian this time, which I thought was really cool, they just made me something vegetarian and put it in take out containers and gave me the little bag before I was leaving.) and sat at my computer until seven this morning, watching Cesar's youtube clips and browsing facebook and blogs and my own pictures from my time in Vancouver, missing him and Ana and Mike and Emmanuel and Brett and Stephen and the good times in VFS, even some of the bad ones, and feeling generally nostalgic and lonely. That could have had something to do with today's morose pity party as well, I guess. I need a yoga session. And a place to live. And an original idea. And an acting gig. And a future.
Well, as always, this has been a rewarding conversation... what do I owe you for this session? Same time next week? Okay then.
P.S. obsessing over The X-files again. This is the fourth time around. Which means it definitely in the top five of the most recurring obsessions, still after seventeen years, that's quite cool, don't you think.
I worked in the indian restaurant last night, it was actually busy for once, but not in a good way. It was stressful, things went wrong, not big things like I'm used to from the previous place I waitressed in, but enough to be annoying. I also worked later than usually and missed the bus and the train that I usually take to get home when I've worked in this place, instead I had to take another bus, the tube and then a second bus, and of course there was lots of waiting and walking in the cold rain in-between those, which did wonders for the building cold I felt that previous morning, I can tell you. I was meant to work tonight as well, and I really should have because I really need the money (if I even get paid, which remains to be seen), but I sent my boss a text message and told him I felt too ill to come in, which was an exaggeration but not a complete lie, because I am feeling rather under weather, and last night undid the magic my last yoga session performed on my body and posture completely, and now my back and shoulders hurt again. Plus I woke up not too long ago and just finished making my coffee (the old-fashioned way, in a pot on the stove!) and if I were to work again tonight, I'd have to leave now, since it's Sunday and it'd take forever to get into town. And it still looks like rain. Not the refreshing kind, but the cold "I'm going to eat away your bone marrow" kind.
I also went to the theatre with my friend Min the other night, well the night before last actually, and saw "Inception" - I'd seen the posture of that film the night before and really didn't feel like I wanted to watch it, but when Min suggested it I figured there was hardly another movie showing that would be remotely better, and it did have two of my favourite actors in it (Joseph Gordon-Levitt and Marion Cotillard) so I agreed to it - and we were both pleasantly surprised, it was a lot better than we had anticipated! I especially loved the different levels to the story, and I'm not saying anything else because you I think you should watch it, it's entertaining if not nothing else, so you'll most likely enjoy it even if you don't think it's a masterpiece or anything. One thing though, towards the end, that I just didn't buy (not in terms of the actual story, more like the telling of it) and after you've seen it I'll tell you what and why...
When I got home from work, all shivery and miserable and aching, I didn't go to bed as I should have, I warmed up the meal the boys in the kitchen had made for me (I didn't even ask for it or remind them I was avegetarian this time, which I thought was really cool, they just made me something vegetarian and put it in take out containers and gave me the little bag before I was leaving.) and sat at my computer until seven this morning, watching Cesar's youtube clips and browsing facebook and blogs and my own pictures from my time in Vancouver, missing him and Ana and Mike and Emmanuel and Brett and Stephen and the good times in VFS, even some of the bad ones, and feeling generally nostalgic and lonely. That could have had something to do with today's morose pity party as well, I guess. I need a yoga session. And a place to live. And an original idea. And an acting gig. And a future.
Well, as always, this has been a rewarding conversation... what do I owe you for this session? Same time next week? Okay then.
P.S. obsessing over The X-files again. This is the fourth time around. Which means it definitely in the top five of the most recurring obsessions, still after seventeen years, that's quite cool, don't you think.
Monday, July 19, 2010
Script-writing and Flat hunting
The feature screenplay that I wrote and then decided wasn't really right and had to be made into two different stories and further developed and then written again, well I've written one of them now. So, again, I've written a feature screenplay. But it's not completely done because I'm still not sure if it should have a parallel narrative with past events, or if it should have actual flash backs, or just leave it to the dialogue in present time, actual dialogue and subtext, to tell the story of the past, the way it is now... Basically, I don't know if I'm telling a "Beautiful Kate" or a "Margot at the wedding"...
Did I tell you I chopped my hair off?
Other things from the boring reality we're confined to:
The flat that Min and I thought we would get is no longer an option, which means we're both back to square one and potentially homeless come September. This situation is always fun. Never gets old. Really.
The job situation looks about the same way. The woman at Pocket Shop will get back to me in three weeks, when she gets back from her holiday, and I'm still keeping my fingers crossed for that, but that doesn't feed my bank account during the rest of the summer, though. So I'm going to head out with another batch of CV:s and see what happens.
Did I tell you I chopped my hair off?
Other things from the boring reality we're confined to:
The flat that Min and I thought we would get is no longer an option, which means we're both back to square one and potentially homeless come September. This situation is always fun. Never gets old. Really.
The job situation looks about the same way. The woman at Pocket Shop will get back to me in three weeks, when she gets back from her holiday, and I'm still keeping my fingers crossed for that, but that doesn't feed my bank account during the rest of the summer, though. So I'm going to head out with another batch of CV:s and see what happens.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Burning
I just put a pot of chickpeas to boil on the stove and forgot about them. And the people I live with discovered them before the smell of something burning reached my room. Quite embarassing. They joked about burning down the house now that we're not allowed live there for much longer, so they weren't angry or anything. Although I think I might have ruined their pot... I blame the heat. I can't think, let alone function in this sauna of a house, and I would go outside to cool off, if it was actually cool outside, which it's not.
I had a great time on Sunday, I went to Min's parents house, and Min showed me, her friend Rasmus and her boyfriend Pedro how to make these Chinese dumplings, it was quite fun once you got the hang of it, very therapeutic, and then we ate them. Another one of Min's friends showed up as well, Becka, and together with Min's little brother Sean (I don't know if he spells it that way...) we all played a game of Kubb, and then we played charades for a long time. The girl's won, both games, obviously. Ha-ha.
And the couple that I live with currently came back from their holiday last night. They gave me a gift certificate for the movie theatre to say thank you for keeping their birds alive (it would have been bird and plants, but I actually managed to kill two of those, but thankfully they never mentioned it...)
I got a text message from the owner of the indian restaurant this morning, or afternoon, asking me to come in to work tomorrow. I really have a bad feeling about this job, especially since I told me brother and sister-in-law about it and my sister-in-law went all passionate about quitting it immediately because it seemed obvious I was being exploited... but I took some literature and lists with me home last time I worked, so I have to give those back anyway, and it doesn't feel right to show up and drop those off and not stay and work. Besides it's not like I have another summer job lined up, so I might as well, at least I'll get a bit of pocket change in tips and a free meal. And I can ask him if he doesn't need my bank info to be able to transfer me my wages and gauge his reaction to it. Maybe I'm being paranoid, I shouldn't jump to conclusions. But even if he pays me, I'm still not going to take responsibility for that bar of his that he wants to open, the whole thing is just too unprofessional and chaotic.
I had a great time on Sunday, I went to Min's parents house, and Min showed me, her friend Rasmus and her boyfriend Pedro how to make these Chinese dumplings, it was quite fun once you got the hang of it, very therapeutic, and then we ate them. Another one of Min's friends showed up as well, Becka, and together with Min's little brother Sean (I don't know if he spells it that way...) we all played a game of Kubb, and then we played charades for a long time. The girl's won, both games, obviously. Ha-ha.
And the couple that I live with currently came back from their holiday last night. They gave me a gift certificate for the movie theatre to say thank you for keeping their birds alive (it would have been bird and plants, but I actually managed to kill two of those, but thankfully they never mentioned it...)
I got a text message from the owner of the indian restaurant this morning, or afternoon, asking me to come in to work tomorrow. I really have a bad feeling about this job, especially since I told me brother and sister-in-law about it and my sister-in-law went all passionate about quitting it immediately because it seemed obvious I was being exploited... but I took some literature and lists with me home last time I worked, so I have to give those back anyway, and it doesn't feel right to show up and drop those off and not stay and work. Besides it's not like I have another summer job lined up, so I might as well, at least I'll get a bit of pocket change in tips and a free meal. And I can ask him if he doesn't need my bank info to be able to transfer me my wages and gauge his reaction to it. Maybe I'm being paranoid, I shouldn't jump to conclusions. But even if he pays me, I'm still not going to take responsibility for that bar of his that he wants to open, the whole thing is just too unprofessional and chaotic.
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