Six months in – my review

Yesterday my regional manager finally sat down with me to do my 6 month review. Only a little late but as you have probably been reading, there have been more pressing concerns within the business!

I was trying to think this morning the last time I actually had a review in any job and I simply cannot recall one in recent history, so it was an experience for me. We covered such topics as decision making and problem solving, organisational ability and planning, people skills, communication, commercial awareness and drive.

Normally, I don’t give much energy to others’ opinions of me, it can cause unnecessary anxiety and I’m perfectly capable of creating enough of that all by myself without adding to it! Nor am I particularly adept at dissecting myself or blowing my own trumpet. I do what I do and am who I am. I make no apologies for either, I just get on with life and deal with whatever is in front of me in the best way possible.

All that said, I was actually quite keen to hear what she had to say. Although this lady iterviewed me, she only sees me once every 5 weeks for a few hours, so I was interested to hear her observations of my character and work ethic garnered in that short space of time.

I will be honest, I hoped it would be all positive because none of us want to hear negativity of any kind and let’s face it, there are some dreadful senior managers out there who have no people skills at all and really shouldn’t ever be conducting reviews. However I respect this lady, know she is acutely aware of what goes on in her stores and is a shrewd judge of character.

I needn’t have worried.¬† She had noted all the positive that I have brought to the business and my team, things that I hadn’t even thought about. It really is satisfying to hear someone comment on your strengths and not focus on your weaknesses. When she asked me what I thought my weaknesses were, well, really there’s only one that stands out – paperwork. I’m simply not a details type person and paperwork requires detail. Not that my office is a mess or my paperwork is bad, I just find it tedious which means that sometimes I don’t give it quite as much attention as I should so I miss dotting the i’s and crossing the t’s.

So now I have become a fully fledged member of the company (for however long it lasts!) and passed my second audit, I can relax, and keep moving onwards and upwards. Of course this also means that should I need to look for alternative employment if the worst happens, I will get a glowing reference. Never a bad thing ūüôā

 

 

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The jury is out we have a reprieve

Today our company went to court to plead their case against HMRC issuing a winding up petition. It seems that behind the scenes, there have been machinations to obtain investment from an outside source which may come through in the next couple of weeks or so.

In the meantime, other things have happened such as selling property to bring some much needed income into the company. All this means that HMRC were happy to allow us a bit more time to gather this hoped for investment to keep the company going.

Along side that, we have been running a promotion in store which has resulted in big sales across the stores; my little shop, now in full summer season with tourists piling into the town in their droves and aided by glorious hot sunny weather this week, has taken much more in the tills than usual. It really is nice to be seeing a healthy end of day takings report.

That said, who knows if this external investment will materialise and if, in two weeks, we will still be allowed to trade. We are not out of the woods yet but for now, at least, I know that we will be paid. We won’t however be getting new stock.

Our shop is looking mightily empty in comparison to normal. In fact on tuesday I took the decision to condense the shop down significantly enough to effectively close off one area of the shop. In doing so, we now look like we have stock but in reality we have very little and absolutely nothing in the stock room at all. When it’s gone off the shop floor, it’s gone.

The mannequins remain in the window for now but once my walls start getting bare, they will be removed to fill gaps. Further condensing of stock will be mean taking product off floor standing hanging rails to fill the walls as I cannot cope with bare walls. At times like this, I am grateful to have a creative mind and be a big picture thinker because I can envision how to set up the shop to best presentation for the customer.

You might be wondering if I should really be job hunting and yes, I probably should. But despite all their shortcomings, I like the company I work for because they do give me the flexibility to be creative in the shop, unlike many retailers who send down strict planograms of layout. I also love my team and would hate to see us disbanded.

That doesn’t mean I won’t be dusting off my CV (still not done that yet!) but having looked so carefully at potential store managers roles online, so many have that prescriptive element to them which would stifle my creativity. So unless I can come up with money to start my own store, I shall stick to where I am for now and see how things pan out.

Active parenting – don’t make others responsible for discipline

Anyone who works with the public and thus parents with children in tow, will probably be familiar with the following: “behave otherwise this lady will tell you off”.

I’m sorry, but when did I become responsible for instilling social etiquette into your child?

There are of course parents who don’t even give their children a warning. So when you ask them firmly but nicely to stop doing whatever it is, the parents take great offence!

Children misbehave, it’s a fact of life; if they don’t push the boundaries, how do they know where they are?

I believe in giving children boundaries right from the beginning. Without them, how do we know what is acceptable and unacceptable social behaviour? Everywhere you go in life they exist – at work, in public, at leisure. If we don’t teach children the importance of boundaries, we are doing them a massive disservice as parents.

So, in my shop, if children are misbehaving and the parent is ignoring it, I have no problem stating the boundaries. I do so in a firm but fair voice. Usually the children will stop to look at me and invariably the look on my face means instant agreement. If a parent takes umbridge at my admonishment of their children, well my response is always the same – you are on private premises and I am within my rights to ask you to leave. I can, if necessary, issue a banning notice to anyone, not that I ever have but that option is open to me.

Many activites are harder with children in tow, I know this and no one said parenting was easy. Been there, done that. As much as we want our children to like us and for us to be friends, our role is much deeper and far reaching. Sometimes we have to be the baddie because our role is to teach them the right and wrong in life so that as an adult, they will fit in to society and know how to behave within it. No group of people can live in close proximity without conflict if boundaries do not exist.

So parents, don’t be afraid to be parents; be active not passive in their upbringing. It’s always worth remembering that you are parenting two generations, not just one, so consider how you want your grandchildren to behave.

 

 

 

 

 

Company difficulties – is my job in peril?

I have been rather quiet on here recently because life has thrown a curve ball and I really haven’t mentally been up to blogging.

The bailiffs turned up on my shop doorstep earlier this year and that was a clue as to what lay ahead. I haven’t ever had dealings with a bailiff but these were High Court Enforcement Officers which means you have to let them in to do their job. You simply cannot refuse.

I can’t go into much detail¬† obviously as this is work but suffice to say that me and my staff member were, at points, wondering if we were going to have any stock left at the end of the day! Head Office were trying to negotiate terms with the landlord who was, naturally, unrelentant in his desire for full payment. In the end the company paid in full and our doors were open for trading again.

The next month, we were informed that our salaries would not be paid in full on the day they were due. We were told that a percentage would be paid on the due date, the remainder the week after. Unacceptable but what can you do when you know the company doesn’t have the money. It’s better to have some than none at all.

Also, just as our remainder payments went through, the company announced it couldn’t afford to pay the weekly staff on time either; they too would get their pay late.

The next month we had a repeat performance of both scenarios.

During this time, our deliveries have dwindled to a box or two, literally, of stock to replenish existing stock. If we are lucky, it might contain one new item of clothing and/or homeware.

There is promotional discounts on roughly half the stock and very little sale left, in my store at least. My stock room is devoid of clothing stock, just a few shoes left; I do have a tiny bit of homeware I can replenish with but not a lot.

To say I am being creative with the shop floor to keep it looking ‘fresh’ is an understatement. Fortunately I do not have bare shelves yet but if the situation continues, it won’t be long before I have to contemplate removing hanging rails off the shop floor and just have product on the walls. I can’t cope with bare walls.

So here’s the problem. The company has no operating capital at the moment, or at least it doesn’t appear to have, so it can’t afford to buy new stock.¬† Without stock, fresh new-to-the-customer stock, we aren’t getting the footfall and thus very little money through the till. Without that, we can’t buy new stock. Or pay wages/salaries on time, or pay landlords their dues.¬† The Ubiquitous hamster wheel.

A loan is supposed to be forthcoming but that hasn’t materialised yet; the company is on the brink of administration which the loan would help prevent. We have until the end of this month to find out IF the loan is actually going to materialise and therefore if we have jobs. Or will we fall like so much of the high street?

I am a little stressed at the moment as you can imagine.

Yet despite all evidence to the contrary, I don’t feel utterly despondent. Not yet at least. It could be though that I am just burying my head in the sand. We shall see.

I have been poorly

A week ago I went to the Drs for a chat about my thyroid and other things as I have been really run down. That was the day my throat felt like I had swallowed a razor blade, albeit a small one but my tonsils were definitely making themselves known.

Saturday things progressed with my first customer through the door commenting that she could see I wasn’t well as there was a big lump in my neck where my glands had swollen up. It didn’t get any better.

By the end of the day I felt like death. Sunday was spent with a face that hurt. Don’t you just loathe it when you can feel a cold brewing because that face pain starts, behind your nose and sinuses, and then just spreads across your whole face. That was my sunday.

Monday I was in full nasal meltdown, getting through an entire toilet roll in one day just blowing my nose. My voice was ‘broken’, my throat incredibly sore, glands still swollen, eyes red rimmed with tiredness and I ached from head to foot. That day, had I not been training a new member of staff, I would have stayed in bed.

Monday night the coughing began. Tuesday morning I simply could not face work. I just needed a day to blow my nose every two minutes getting through another entire loo roll, cough till I felt sick, shiver, sweat and sleep if I could stop coughing and snotting long enough.

Wednesday I returned to work but in no better shape than tuesday. My staff were wondering why on earth I had not stayed in bed! Well, again, it had to do with training said new member of staff which is my job as the boss. The coughing had got to a such a point that I couldn’t eat because after each coughing fit I was gagging (though thankfully not actually wretching – I do hate being sick).

Thursday I turned a corner and for the first time in nearly a week, someone actually said “you sound better” because I did. Although the coughing was still a problem. Thursday night, after an hour of continual coughing, leaving me with a very sore throat and chest, I dosed up on cough medicine, tyrozets to numb my throat which I hoped would then stop tickling making me cough, and putting Vicks Vapour rub on the soles of my feet. An old wives tale that does actually work, oddly enough.

Well, one of them worked or a combination of the three as I finally slept through an entire night from 10pm to 7am uninterrupted. I haven’t done that for a while. Apparently this cough and cold is doing the rounds so I am not alone in my misery. An aquaintance told me that her GP was suggesting the cough was persisting with so many people (I don’t often get coughs) as it is spring and the pollen is high. She therefore passed on her Drs suggestion of taking anithistamines. I duly purchased some and they seem to be helping a little.

My chat with my Dr this time last week and the blood tests she took, haven’t revealed why I feel so drained and run down though. We both thought my (half a) thyroid was not functioning well but no, it seems fine; she was also worried about sleep apnoea (still a possibility) and ovarian carcinoma. That of course freaked me out but the blood tests have come back negative so nothing further to worry about.

Now if I can just stop coughing I’ll be a happy bunny.

Using a vape for giving up smoking for the second time

So last year, I took up smoking again for some obscure reason, after 7.5 years of being a very happy non-smoker. I don’t know where the urge came from one day but I suddenly got the urge to have a cigarette and, as anyone who smokes knows, it doesn’t take much to become addicted again. Especially not when you have an addictive personality as I do.

I knew around Xmas time last year that I would give up again soon. I knew I was ready to. I have to make the decision firmly in my head before I can take action and that happens, for me, over a two or three month period. It happened exactly that way the first time.

Three and a half weeks ago I took two weeks holiday from work. On my second day off, the sunday,  I fell asleep in my armchair which meant that when I awoke, the co op behind my house had closed. This is only significant because I was running out of cigarettes and meant to go get some before it shut at 4pm.

During the course of the evening I smoked my last three ciggies and that’s when apathy set in. It was dark, it was cool and I really could not be bothered to walk across the pitch black co op car park (which doesn’t feel safe always) to get to the main road to walk up to the newsagents that was open until 10pm, just so I could buy some more ciggies. So I didn’t.

Now usually, I have one first thing in the morning but the following morning I had none to have. I wasn’t bothered. And as the day went on, I wasn’t bothered. The week went on and I wasn’t bothered. I will admit, I had the odd craving and at certain moments in the day when habit dictates I would have a ciggie, but other than that, I wasn’t bothered.

I could, at any time, just walk the whole minute to the co op to buy some, but apathy was working its magic and I just couldn’t be bothered.

The second week however I was getting some serious cravings, to the point where I thought about buying cigarettes. I would admonish myself for such heinous thoughts immediately. But then I’d contemplate asking one of my friends/niehgbours who both smoke, if I could cadge one off them. Wrist slapping occurred swiftly!

So I¬† bought a vape, complete with wine gums flavour liquid stuff. What an amazing piece of kit. It was just enough to allow me to satisfy the urge to inhale and exhale. Because, it turns out, after analysing my cravings, it was only the inhale/exhale experience that I was missing. It wasn’t the nicoteine. It certainly wasn’t the nasty taste in my mouth or the dry mouth. The smell on my clothes was gone and I wasn’t missing that either.

Two weeks on from starting to use the vape and I hardly touch it. My intial cravings have subsided completely. What the vape allows me to do is take one or two puffs to satisfy the (very mild) craving and I’m done. With a ciggie I would smoke the whole thing when I probably really didn’t want the whole thing.

The benefits are huge: it doesn’t cost a fortune like cigarettes do; you don’t smell of smoke; you are not considered a social leper; you don’t have the difficulty of trying to light a ciggie in the wind; it isn’t addictive. And finally, it has to be better for your health.

Have any of you given up the evil weed using a vape?

St Ives – a little gem in Cornwall

My daughter and I had a long weekend away together and we picked St Ives. Well actually she did, but I am so glad. I had never been before and was thoroughly looking forward to it. Just a couple of days to hang out together, relax, do as little or as much as we felt like in different scenery. It is amazing how that can boost your spirits.

The train journey down was fairly uneventful; reserving a seat in advance is always prudent as the cornwall train usually originates in Scotland and goes to Plymouth, sometimes all the way to Penzance, which is as far as you can get on the mainline railway. Our train was stopping in Plymouth where we all had to get off.

On asking a member of staff which train was heading to St Erth – where you change for the line to St Ives – he pointed at the adjacent platform with its two coach ancient train. We then looked at the increasing crowd waiting to get on it and I have to admit, I did wonder if we were all going to fit on. It then occured to me what on earth was it like in the summer when all the tourists with their luggage were heading in the same direction. A nightmare is all I could imagine because I was told, the train didn’t increase in size with the volume of passengers!

My daughter and I were so engrossed in whatever we were both doing (I was watching a tv programme on my phone), that when the train pulled into St Erth, not only did we not hear it announced, we hadn’t even noticed it had stopped. I just happened to look up from my phone and a sign pointing to St Ives platfor caught my eye when I became aware of our situation. Alas, even though we leapt into action, it was too late and we found ourselves heading to Penzance.

There we were able to get on the london train, a slightly newer and longer train Рabout 15 carriages Рback up the line from whence we came to alight at St Erth. The train to St Ives arrived within 10 mins, they run every half an hour so never long to wait for one, and off we set on surely one of the nicest 12 min train journeys in Britain. I promise you, this is a beach in Britain, in fact it is Carbis Bay which you will pass on the train, but you could be mistaken for thinking it was the caribbean.  Photo courtesy of Carbis Bay Hotel website.

When we arrived in St Ives, we realised that neither of us had looked up where the hotel was in relation to the station. So off we pootled towards town and found a taxi rank. My gut feeling that is was up the hill overlooking the town was spot on. Treganna Castle hotel is large and old, set in a 72 acre estate of its own, complete with golf course and holiday village.

 

Our room was perfectly pleasant, clean, bathroom nice with lovely shower (very important!) and very creaky floors. In fact so creaky they became annoying but that aside, the beds were comfortable and we slept well.¬† Those of us who live anywhere where seagulls proliferate will understand the little notice on our tea tray! They are canny birds and I’m sure seagulls and magpies have been giving each other lessons in scavenging.

The hotel has a mass of corridors that are just a maze and so, channelling our inner children, we set off to explore the maze. It doesn’t matter which way you start from at the stairs, each corridor eventually leads back to the same place but it’s fun investigating them all. We are still wondering where room 112 is because as the occupants of 113, adjacent to 111, we couldn’t find it anywhere on our floor at all.¬† My overactive imagination was conjuring up some weird reasons such as it had been bricked up but hides terrible secrets inside it.

Friday night we ate in the hotel and very nice it was too. Saturday morning we had a full cooked breakfast  which was included and that was pretty standard fare to be honest; of course there was cereals and toast, croissants and fruit juices as well as the ubiquitous sausages, eggs, beans, mushrooms, bacon, fried bread and tomatoes. Thinking that would set us up for the day until dinner, we set off to explore the town.

The woodland walk through the estate takes you back onto the main road into town and it is very pretty. It is lit up at night with a secure gate at the bottom and you are given a code for entry after 10.30pm. It is a quite steep walk and the path, although tarmac’d, is quite slippy in the wet so do be careful.

  

We walked all the way across the other side of the harbour and suddenly found ourselves peckish so opted for a cornish cream tea, at 11.30am, at the Searoom St Ives where we also bought very delicious cake to eat at the hotel later. We then walked to what is locally known as the island as I wanted to see the chapel at the top. First though, across Porthgwidden Beach.

When my daughter was little, every time we were at a beach, we used to ‘play chicken’ with the waves, the aim of course not getting wet feet. The knack is to look at the waves forming, have a guess as to how big they will be (not big honest) and then guess how far up the beach they will come. Simples right? Nope, she got her feet wet. I could not stop laughing which was not well recieved.

We carried on, her with squelching trainers and socks, up to the coastwatch tower at the lower hill on the island. It was so bloomin windy we didn’t go further up to the chapel, as we were having an issue with staying upright!¬† I also wanted to visit the Tate St Ives but sadly it was closed until the end of the month.

 Saturday night we headed to the Firehouse for dinner and a rarity Рa chef who actually knows how to cook a steak medium rare. We sat at the bar downstairs for a while talking to the staff and watching them make all sorts of cocktails, including this one which is an espresso martini, that to my palette, just tasted of cold coffee.

Sunday we met up with some friends who live about half an hour away for sunday lunch, this time following a recommendation from our hotel reception staff to go to the Sloop Inn.¬† It’s a very old pub but I can highly recommend the sunday roast downstairs in the bar. They also have a restuarant upstairs but this is not open on sunday lunchtimes. The choice is roast pork, roast beef or roast chicken; the pork was delicious and the crackling just right. It was great to hang out with our friends who we don’t see that often to be honest and eat good food.

I would love to go St ives again but certainly not in peak tourist season as I imagine it would be a nightmare, packed to the rafters and unable to see the beauty for the tourists. But out of season it is pretty and the beaches just beautiful.

Wearing a ‘uniform’ to work – why I have decided to

Clothes shopping is my least favourite activity. Ironic considering I am the manager of a ladies clothing shop. Shopping in general is not something I enjoy at all; for me, the rise of internet shopping has been my saviour, turning a tortous exercise into an almost pleasurable event.

Clothes are just something one needs to wear but I am not bothered too much what I wear as long as it is clean and suits me (colour, style, shape). Other than that, I don’t give clothes much headspace. Choosing what to wear each day is an exercise in expending energy unnnecessarily. It is truly draining.

Reflecting on this and my liking for uniforms, I decided to have my own. Afterall, Mark Zuckerberg wears the same thing all the time, so did Steve Jobs; even Barack Obama narrowed his suit options to grey or navy (sensible chap). There are a growing number of women who have capsule wardrobes, simplyfying their lives, so why can’t I?

For work we have to wear black, that is the chosen colour for employees though I am not so strict about it, I think black can really lower a mood whilst injecting come colour can lift it. Managers can be a little more expansive colour-wise with their wardrobe but still, black is the foundational colour.

I already wear black trousers or leggings to work anyway, plus I have some jersey knit long sleeved tops in black that I wear, which I’ve lightened up with coloured cardigans over the winter.¬† So I decided to build on that theme and have bought a lot more similar tops in navy, dark red, purple.

These simple plain tops make choosing what to wear daily easy as they go with everything whether I’m wearing leggings, jeans or trousers. This change isn’t just for work, it is for my daily life as buying, choosing and wearing clothes is a necessary evil for me.

I do have other clothes – different styles and colours – that can be worn when I really want a change or to dress up a little but on a day to day basis, my capsule wardrobe will be these coloured tops, all the same style, same material but in colours I know suit me and I feel good in.

Now I wonder if anyone will notice?

Credit referencing – why my clean score goes against me

My parents didn’t give me a great deal of financial advice when I was younger and there really is a LOT they should have told me but hey ho. What they did raise me to understand was owing money is bad ie do not use credit, save up for what you want, pay for it in full. The only credit one should have is a mortgage and possibly a car loan.

HP for every day stuff was just becoming a thing as the 80’s surged forward, meaning that all of a sudden you could buy new furniture on 0% credit and deferred payments of months to a year. My father wholly disapproved of such spending habits so I was strongly discouraged from straying off the path of righteousness.

The upshot of this is that throughout my life I have rarely had debt apart from a mortgage, which is the big one obviously, and the debts I have had weren’t big debts.¬† These were all paid off as soon as possible because, quite honestly, I felt like a social pariah having debt to my name. Thanks to my parents.

In recent years however, my circumstances have changed considerably.  In fact so much so that I am now a credit risk. Let me explain.

Mortgage: I don’t have one any more and in fact, paid it off in full several years ago. A mortgage however demonstrates you exist, you have a life and ultimately your creditworthiness.

Place of residence: I have been living ‘under the radar’ as it were for quite some time. Once I sold my mortgaged house, I rented a home for a couple of years but then moved into housesharing accommodation. At none of these addresses was I registered on the electoral roll and nor did I have any utility payments in my name etc, nor did I have any kind of legal contract. In other words, I didn’t exist. If you don’t exist, you have no credit = credit risk.

Mobile phone: I haven’t had a contract on a mobile phone for a couple of years now. Since arriving back in the UK after my travels, I used GiffGaff and still do. Not having a phone contract affects your creditworthiness because you don’t owe anyone any money; a contract is essentially a loan for a phone for ¬£x amount per month over the life of the contract making it a debt.

Car Ownership: Many of us get loans to buy cars and I’m going to guess that many of us also pay our insurance monthly too. Both these things demonstrate creditworthiness because you exist, you have an existing line of credit and it can be seen from that if you are prompt in your payments or not. Don’t forget, when you pay insurance monthly that is a loan from the insurance company.¬† Now I don’t own a car, haven’t done for 2.5 years now but when I did, I was in my early 20’s the last time I had a loan for one (which got paid off in full about 4 months after taking the loan out). Since then I’ve owned 9 cars, all paid for, in full, in cash; the insurance was also paid for in full.

Credit cards: I don’t like them. It is ingrained in my very core that they are only good IF you keep a rein on your own spending and pay off the full amount each month. Well this is now considered to heighten your risk credit wise becase you simply don’t have any or enough history for any company to assess you on. I make it worse because I just don’t have a credit card and haven’t had one for years. It seems that having a credit card and paying off only the minimum amount each month is better than being like me.

Why am I interested in this?

When I begain my new job back at the beginning of November last year, there was going to be quite a long gap between being paid from my previous employer to my new employer which worried me as I wasn’t sure my (then) current¬† balance would sustain me, so I wanted a loan. Plus I needed to buy new clothes and I wanted to buy a car (which would have saved me a lot of hassle with buses/trains to, from and round Bristol).

Off I troddled to my bank who did a credit score on me that came back as a big fat NO. I couldn’t understand. I mean I had no debts, I owed no one any money at all for anything, only to be told that all that equates to no credit history.

I had no idea about any of this but I really should have, especially at my age! You’d think I would know better but I had been pootling through life being a good girl, paying my bills, living within my means and polishing my halo. Little did I know that halo would trip me up!

So today I have added my name to the electoral roll. My bank have told me that simply by doing that, I will, over a period of time, affect my creditworthiness, allowing me to get a loan and a credit card.

I find it an odd turnaround that now, having debt equates to being a good credit risk. I suppose the key is that the debt is managable and managed, not spiralling out of control which would naturally make you a bad credit risk.

All I need to do now is acquire some debt.

 

 

When senior management and HR disagree

This is about being hourly paid, hours worked and earning the national living wage here in the UK. A particular senior manager is stating that a junior level of management in stores should be working a certain number of hours but those hours mean, for the hourly paid staff at that level, that they would be earning below the national living wage, a figure determined by the Govt.

Naturally, I queried this with HR who weren’t sure, especially after the staff member gained advice from ACAS. HR conferred with the senior manager (SM) in question and came back to me in agreement with said SM. However, after a further complaint was made in writing (now forming a grievance), HR have said off the record that said SM is wrong.

Said SM had a conversation with me today, voicing opinion in such a way as to indicate that I should agree with her which I don’t. I feel that as manager, it is my duty to support my staff and so my response was simply that I wanted to do the right thing by the staff member in question whilst also not contradicting company policy.

Let’s be frank here – I am not an expert in employment law, nor am I an HR bod so my knowledge is limited.

There are principles at stake here. Our managers contract states that a full working day is any hours between 8-6.30, which would be a 52.5 hour week. But for the purposes of payroll, we get paid on a 7.5 hour day. We daily do above this, in fact every day I personally do 8.5 hours (if I didn’t I wouldn’t be able to perform my job) and when I calculate my salary out per hour, using my standard 8.5 hour day, my pay per hour isn’t great. Even on a 7.5 hour day it isn’t brilliant.¬† And remember here that the company can demand that I work 8-6.30 daily without any extra pay (outside those hours I get time off in lieu).

So when a member of staff is being expected to work hours they aren’t getting paid for, I’m on their side.

Watch this space…