So moving forward ....after consulting Australia's Tax Department, the (un)Fair Work Commission and the associated "Fair Work Act”, Jonathan Cainer, and the Ministry of Google - I have, overnight, obtained an ABN. And it's all good!! apparently? ...that is until I trip on a banana skin left lying around the office – whereby my dubious Lady Boss will be exempt from all liabilities. Some might merely call that a first world problem. But at least I'm getting paid ...at the lowest going rate.
Here's a snap of me and the HR guy in the lunch room ... post-ABN submission. Boy was he thrilled when I finally gave him that ABN and only then did he shake my hand and say in his charming Mumbai accent, "welcome on board!!" Actually, the girl on reception, has revealed that HR guy is single!! But whatEVER am I thinking?!
Meantime, I'm getting fully embedded into the workplace culture. I strive to be all things to all people ....Even to that woman who shrieked hysterically at me last week.
Madam CEO has sent around a rather lengthy, all-staff email, telling everyone that she expects us to wear formal business attire.
My fellow "co-contractors" who started work there at the same time as me, are grumbling about the dress code, and other aspects of the CEO's unique brand of micromanagement. To be specific ...there's the issue of the surveillance camera positioned to record all activities within our workspace. Had they not pointed it out to me, I would never have noticed it.
Moving forward, I endeavour to waste no time by practising some Marcel Marceau impersonations in front of it.
Things could be worse.