Slave Labour.

Yesterday has got to be the most illegal experience I've had personally.
I saw for myself just how evil the world and everyone in it (and me) are.
A few days beforehand, I was casually roaming King St and Bourke St,
and went by this asian take-away *cafe* (whatever)
so I dropped my resume off,
thinking yeah whatevs, not betting on a place like this
but ohhh I get a call from their manager to go in for an interview
so I was like alrighty I'm up for it.
And by the way the manager and her workers weren't even in the same boat
the workers thought I was going in for just an interview
and the boss wanted me to go in for a trial so there was mixed messages
Anyway.
I go in, and they hurry me and get me to put on their ridiculous uniform
and this hat thing that made my head feel way too big
and then I'm like awkwardly standing there wondering what was expected of me
The boss comes through the door, conducts an interview with me
and tells me the pay is $8 an hour so I swallow my pride and accept it.
I told her I'd think about it.
I get a call later on in the day saying I could go in on Friday for a trial
and what do you normally consider when you hear 'trial'?--2-3 hours, right?
WRONG.
Yesterday I turn up promptly at 11,
and the lady-in-charge (not the boss) told me gruffly to read this book
which described everything and nothing about how to work in the store
stupid instruction.
And I won't go through the entire day in detail
but these are the basic mentionables:
- The first couple of hours I was directly taught NOTHING.
- The lady-in-charge did not look or act or speak like a lady (fact. not opinion)
- The kitchen floor was slippery and yuck.
- The personal responsible for supposedly 'training' me was leaving
and he was the nicest; which was not a very good incentive to stay
- I was told to do things but without any relevant background info
eg. 'Get a bucket and fill it to 80% with water' and then he runs away
so I do as I'm told and I stand there waiting and then the kitchen hand guy's like
'Go pass it on to him!!!' and then I realise it was for cleaning out the food-tubs
and it's like seriously you could tell me what you were doing at least.
- The boss decided to pay me $6 when I actually START because
she said I wasn't fit for **full** pay yet--yes, but what training was there?!!
and it's not like she even saw me help with the store anyway,
she heard it from the lady/man-in-charge.
- I was taught how to handle the cash register but nobody let me do it for real.

I HATE THAT PLACE. I WORKED A TOTAL OF 10 HOURS FROM 11 TO 8.30

I did all that I was told to do, and what pay do I get?
Not even a mere $10 for the travel I had to cover getting to and from the city.
Stupid cheats, the lot of them. I'll bet money that it was probably illegal.
As if I am going to work at a rate of $6--what a joke, and insult.
So I smiled throughout the day, 
even when the lady/whatever-in-charge was all, 'AIYAAAAA' on me
and when I finished I just walked to Southern Cross Station and wept.
Told my parentals in the car, and Mama was furious with them.
Then I facebooked my frustrations
and sent a very angry but civil text message back to the boss,
basically and curtly explaining that I would not be working for her
because she's cheap and evil.

The end, URGH.