Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Employee of the Month

For the last few months I've been helping James with his business. The business is new, he needs the help, and I'm glad to do it. Plus, he pays me. Being paid by my husband technically makes me his employee. I'm the only employee, so right now there are no plans to form a union. But, that doesn't mean I can't go on strike. So far the employer/employee relationship has been civil. I have no coworkers to conspire and gossip  with, so I typically just grumble to myself, if I feel I'm being overworked. I took the liberty of grumbling out loud today, something along the lines of "feeling appreciated."

"But, I'm paying you," James said.

I explained that every employee needs an occasional morale boost. Something as simple as a gold star, an all-expenses paid vacation, or a miniature pony with my name branded on it.

"You're doing a good job," James said. I think he even slapped me on the back.

I went back to work. And then this arrived in my email:

"As employee of the month you are entitled to the VIP
 parking spot
in front of the house."

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