Wheels of Steel, Book 1 Read Online Free

So-r-r-r-ry.”
     
     
    “Try two hours. You were supposed to be here at seven.”
     
     
    “No.” The woman put her stuff in the kitchen. “I always start at nine. “
     
     
    “Damnit.” Robin whispered. Ben was such a liar!
     
     
    Lucille smirked. She had known all alone. This was a full shift. Ben had tricked her here with promises of a half shift.
     
     
    She went into the kitchen where the replacement was looking at the log. “Hey, I’m sorry for being a bitch. Ben told me I’d be working for just four hours.”
     
     
    “Yeah. Look, this is a good job but don’t let Ben push you around. Get a shift and stick with it. If he asks you to fill in for someone then do it at your own risk and ask for a shit load of money. He’ll have no choice but to give you what you ask for.” She held out her hand. “I’m Jodie.”
     
     
    “I’m Robin. Um, how much do I get paid for working a full shift?”
     
     
    Jodie gave her a curious look. “Girl, you get paid by the hour, don’t let him try pulling that ‘I’ll give you X amount for X amount of hours worked.’ We get paid 18.50 an hour and 23.50 for overtime and they don’t take out for taxes.” She gave her a sly look. “It’s like getting paid under the table! Your shift is no longer than 8 hours and after that you charge him at the overtime rate!” Robin did the calculation in her head taking a painfully long time to come up with the figure before Jodie jumped in with the answer. “You get paid one hundred forty eight dollars a day. That’s not bad money because any other place would be taking a shitload of taxes out on you, especially for people like me that don’t have kids.”
     
     
    One hundred forty eight dollars a day for eight hours work wasn’t anything she could sneeze at, even though she had every intentions of doing the proper withholding. Having a CPA for a mother had put the fear of the IRS in her.
     
     
    Was she really considering working two jobs? The idea was daunting but being able to afford her insurance AND monthly car payment would be wonderful.
     
     
    “It’s not a bad job if you make it work for you, and not the other way around. And there is always overtime. Also, go over and pick up your money, don’t let him mail it to you. It will take him days to put it in the mail.”
     
     
    Robin nodded, thankful for the information. But she was simply too tired to pick up her money and instead she drove straight home. She collapsed into bed after kicking off her shoes, still fully clothed and was asleep within seconds.
     
     

Chapter 3
     
     
    Robin drove to Ben’s office without calling first. After putting things into perspective she realized that she didn’t want to lose an opportunity to make that much money for eight hours of work. But she had to be smart about it.
     
     
    Ben jumped up quickly when she entered the room. “Hey Robin. I hear you did great last night. Sorry about the mix up with the times. Here, have a seat.”
     
     
    “I can’t. I need to leave. I just came to pick up my pay.”
     
     
    He reached for a large ledger book. “You know I still haven’t replaced the other person.” Robin peeked at the check.
     
     
    “That looks like you are about to write that for one hundred twenty-five dollars. But I did work eight hours and if I’m not mistaken that should be one hundred forty-eight.”
     
     
    “One forty-eight?”
     
     
    Robin frowned.
     
     
    Ben smiled. “Sorry. My mistake.” He wrote her two checks. “So do you want the shift?”
     
     
    “One until nine?”
     
     
    “Midnight to nine.”
     
     
    “That’s more than eight hours.”
     
     
    “True, but it’s regular money.”
     
     
    “How many days a week?”
     
     
    “Monday thru Friday.”
     
     
    “I want twenty-three fifty for each hour over eight that I work.”
     
     
    “Ouch.” He smiled at her after a moment. “Pro-rated on fifteen minute intervals?”
     
     
    She thought about that.