I just did something this morning that filled me with great, great pleasure. The company I’ve been working for (contractually) over the past two months has been keeping me on a really tight leash since early September, and my contract ran out yesterday (Nov 3) officially. I had been laying low during the days prior to Nov 3 because I had a feeling nobody remembered my contract was about to end. And true enough, when I woke up this morning, there was an email waiting for me with a whole bunch of instructions for the project we were currently working on.
I took my time pecking out a brief reply, to the effect of: “Just thought i’d let you know, my contract with [ your company ] ended yesterday. Sorry.”
Predictably, it sent the project manager into conniptions, because I was the only person who could continue the project. A few minutes later, the general manager himself called me, asking what was up. I calmly explained that according to my contract, I had to fulfill 44 working days from Sept 3, and that that was over and done with as of yesterday. There was a long silence on the other end. Finally, he said, “I’ll get back to you” and hung up.
After about an hour, the only girl in their team of creatives called me apologizing for the confusion. She asked very nicely if I could just work on the last batch of instructions (read: for free), and then they’d take over from there. I didn’t really mind, because I knew I had already made my point.
See, the person I was really trying to frazzle here was the general manager, who had refused to hire me on a project-basis back in September. Instead he had funneled me into a contractual position in an effort to save money. (Hiring me contractually means they can throw random little tasks at me whenever they feel like it, which I absolutely hated. It was a reminder of why I don’t work in an office.)
So now they were stuck with a project that was 90% complete and no one to finish it. If they had just gotten me on a project-basis, I would’ve been happy to work on this gig until the end of time (or at the very least, until the end of this week).
He had painted himself into a corner with the whole contract thing — if he paid me overtime for the next couple of days, he’d end up spending more than (or close to) what he would’ve paid had he just hired me on project-basis in the first place, and renewing my contract further would just compound the error. The fact that he had the girl call me up told me that he was aware that they still needed me, but that he knew I didn’t have any other obligations to their company. He had drawn my contract up himself after all.
I was discussing the situation with my girlfriend afterwards and she observed that maybe (in this country, anyway) employees had to remind their bosses about their contracts running out. She had just ended a 3-month contract with a major daily that had seen her supervisor begging her to stay for a few more days until they found a replacement. I found her situation really peculiar because the company had given her a temporary position that apparently needed a permanent occupant, and yet they had not noticed that her contract hadn’t given her any permanence.
It’s almost sad. Filipinos have this really informal, casual way of looking at contracts that bug the hell out of me sometimes.
Hey, geniuses. Really simple: If you’re going to go to the trouble of formalizing an agreement, then remember it, ffs.