Congés payés

Suddenly, I like the employment system.

Having finished my reception work last Thursday (in which David came and then spent at least an hour talking to a random Japanese-American tourist about nothing in particular) I was entitled today to my final paycheque. They buzzed my room and asked me come down to deal with a few papers.

I need you to sign here, said the gérant, to say that we've paid you everything we owe you and the contract has been fulfilled. And here's your cheque. Obviously you get a bit more than usual.

I do?

Yes, you didn't take holidays.* The law says we have to give you a paid holiday allowance. [Cites amount which exceeded normal monthly wage by almost as much again].

So that was nice.

*Not strictly true - see Même quand je suis en vacances je bosse from January archive - but I let it pass.

(Excuse the lack of meaty blog entries at the mo, I've been working on other things. This includes the Q-biq Xpression myspace page, and forthcoming work on Eddy's hitherto awful web site which I shall be improving if I have anything to do with it.)