labour arbitrage
Fuck bitches make money. Is what they say.
I went for dinner last night with a friend. It was alright. After dinner we went and got ice cream. We then hung out with his girlfriend and her friend. The girlfriend’s friend had a cat. The cat was funny.
I worked again today. I had to carry less heavy stuff up stairs. That was nice.
We finished early.
I am now writing. Writing and fretting. The guy I’ve been working for finally brought up pay. He gave me a time sheet to fill out and we discussed a starting wage.
It’s ok; I guess.
It seems I’ll have to file my own tax, unemployment insurance, and CPP contributions. I know how to do it but I don’t really want to do it. It’s interesting the emotions that come up around money and payment and working.
I like working. I want to get paid more, lol. I think everyone wants to get paid more.
I guess it’s enough for now. Maybe I’ll ask for more if I have to do my own paperwork and shit.
I had an incorporated company that I would charge through. I opened it up when I was 16.
It was great. I managed maybe 5 or 6 people. My parents helped me; but it was cool. I had to pay WCB, and give people tax forms, and record everything. I used a tax software called Wave accounting.
I guess that would have been… 2012/2013 or so. The best part was when this guy my dad knew asked if he could hire some labour and I made my cousin and another guy go work for him doing shotcrete and charged them out at $60 and hour. I think I paid them like $20 or $25 an hour. So I made like $40-$45 an hour off them just for making a connection.
Easy money.
Not sure if that was ethical or not. But I did it and it felt easy.
The guy I’m working for is looking for another guy. He asked if I knew anyone. An my way home today I was thinking about that. Hiring a guy for myself and charging him out. If I have to do my own CPP and taxes I might as well do other guys. It’s nominal and scalable.
I see why labour brokers exist. I see why human trafficking exists.
It’s profitable.
Four minutes left.
I told my friend I was going to write for 15 minutes then we will go to my friend’s house. He is hosting a surprise birthday party for another friend.
I have more to say. I have more to write but I don’t know if I’ll get it in or start.
Yeah. I don’t really like money sometimes. It makes people act funny.
It makes me act funny.
Is it a shame? Or is it just what it is?
I want to just get paid in cash and not have to worry about all this paperwork stuff.
Who invented these rules?
They seem kind of arbitrary, complex, and… soul crushing?
Yeah.
Accounting and taxes are a questionable thing.
Times up. I guess we will get into that another day.