Working freelance for less than 1/6 of the minimum wage. I've been sitting on my backside for 3 full days and half last night, am now 1.5 hours overdue with no end in sight for hours. THis is a job that the company reckons takes 3-4 hours.
The pay is utterly crap. The job is supposed to give me self-esteem and provide things like concert tickets for me and DH. The one concert of the year that I'm actually able to go to - starts in 1 hour and I won't be going to it. DH is going, extremely pissed off that I'm once again bowing out of a social occasion because I'm working all hours on this sodding job. How did it turn out like this? I used to have a job I liked, that paid enough and wasn't the intellectual equivalent of a zero-hours contract at McDonalds with about 24 extra unpaid hours tacked onto every shift.
Back to work... 