After coming to an agreement on a job to paint my townhouse inside and out, my brother-contracted painters arrived at 8:30 every day … sharp! They came and knocked at my door for six days, beginning Tuesday. They went on a daily routine of check-in, work, smoke-break, work, lunch, smoke-break, and work a little more until 5:30 early evening. The third day of that week, which I thought was just odd, actually went worse than weird. At 5:30 PM, they did not start to clean-up like they did the previous days. I did not say anything thinking they just must want to put an extra mile to the job on hand. They went on working until about 7:30, and then finally came to stop to clean up. “You worked later today,” I remarked, as I handed to the foreman the wage for the day. He retorted, “Yes, and you must pay us two hours overtime.” My jaw dropped. I did not see that coming! I should never assume what seems just way of doing business … in Manila!
Friday, June 19, 2015
Backbones: Painters
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After coming to an agreement on a job to paint my townhouse inside and out, my brother-contracted painters arrived at 8:30 every day … sharp! They came and knocked at my door for six days, beginning Tuesday. They went on a daily routine of check-in, work, smoke-break, work, lunch, smoke-break, and work a little more until 5:30 early evening. The third day of that week, which I thought was just odd, actually went worse than weird. At 5:30 PM, they did not start to clean-up like they did the previous days. I did not say anything thinking they just must want to put an extra mile to the job on hand. They went on working until about 7:30, and then finally came to stop to clean up. “You worked later today,” I remarked, as I handed to the foreman the wage for the day. He retorted, “Yes, and you must pay us two hours overtime.” My jaw dropped. I did not see that coming! I should never assume what seems just way of doing business … in Manila!
After coming to an agreement on a job to paint my townhouse inside and out, my brother-contracted painters arrived at 8:30 every day … sharp! They came and knocked at my door for six days, beginning Tuesday. They went on a daily routine of check-in, work, smoke-break, work, lunch, smoke-break, and work a little more until 5:30 early evening. The third day of that week, which I thought was just odd, actually went worse than weird. At 5:30 PM, they did not start to clean-up like they did the previous days. I did not say anything thinking they just must want to put an extra mile to the job on hand. They went on working until about 7:30, and then finally came to stop to clean up. “You worked later today,” I remarked, as I handed to the foreman the wage for the day. He retorted, “Yes, and you must pay us two hours overtime.” My jaw dropped. I did not see that coming! I should never assume what seems just way of doing business … in Manila!
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