Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Sometimes youth rates are best practice.


Sometimes a job is not worth paying a labour unit to do it.

Sometimes what a worker can produce in one hour is also not viable at the minimum wage.

Maybe, just maybe, those two rules of business  may come together through movement of either or both and it results in an opening for creation of a job.

Legislating will not make a skerrik of difference unless the government steals money from an earner to subsidise the task. Reality is it wont get done until it builds  to a point where a machine or a contractor blitzes it.
A person on the unemployment benefit must be better off socially financially and personally at $400 a week for 40 hours getting off their arse.

Go to any pub in the village of the dammed, the language and accents immediately reveal how many citizens from the world are looking for rewards of working, living in cabins or back packers, and still there are people in NZ claiming there are no jobs.

Hon Trevor Mallard went up SH1 to Horowhenua, to investigate a claim that asparagus growers needed to seek labour from the Islands as New Zealanders were not willing to gather the spears. Yes it was hard work but even a reasonably fit Cabinet Minister coped for one morning.
On piece rates he was around the minimum wage,  it was work but no locals could be bothered.
Put a finite time on the dole and a change in attitude follows.

As a child in the 50s, an older guy lived alone in a weatherboard house across the St from my primary school. As he had need for money and no welfare, Jimmy would do anything for reward.
I have a vivid memory of Jimmy, probably in his sixties, prising rocks from the soil of a paddock belonging to a neighbour with a crowbar, and wrestling them to the terrace at paddocks edge.
It gave Jimmy another few Pounds for his grog, probably one quid per day and a lunch tossed in.  He rode an old bike the 15kms on a metal road to work.

I dont recall anyone suggesting poverty at the time, he was "working". It was hard yakker, his back was hurting, it seemed mindnumbingly boring and tedious, the alternative was no money for Jimmy.

Needs must when the devil drives.

6 comments:

Tinman said...

AS (another) child of the '50s I also remember a local riding his 'bike across the city daily looking for odd jobs, turning his hand to anything from working with the local horse trainer shovelling ... working in the stables to digging gardens, general maintenance etc. for beer money.

We, in our turn, as teenagers regularly wandered out to the market garden areas and thinned veges, toted onions etc. for a couple of bob petrol money for Sat night.

No minimum wage, you worked for what you could get.

If you didn't like it you went without.

I disagree with "youth rates", a person should be paid what they're worth - in the case of callow youth doing dead-loss jobs for pocket money not very bloody much.

The real solution is to ensure youth are not given anything without earning it.

Most will very quickly find those jobs as long as bloody pollies don't bugger things up by regulating them.

pdm said...

In my asparagus picking days we started on hourly but were switched to contract once the season proper was under way. We had a set number of rows and started at daybreak (usually about 5am)in the `flush' so that we could finish and be at our day jobs by starting time of 8.30am.


Anonymous said...

Old men engaging in hard manual labour to survive is actually the country you WANT to live in? Good grief, no wonder you are all fucked in the head.

Wes said...

Hilarious isn't it? What a vision.

Anonymous said...

The good old days. I ran a busy service station (sole charge) in the weekends back in the late 70's. I didn't mind the weekends being halved as I saved for a house but the secondary tax was a bastard.

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gravedodger said...

Lean on your shovels , sit on your arses this is the promised land.

It is really working out eh. Btw did you see the Nigel Latta revelations on those nice young men and their feckless father looking after that poor little mite, Nia Glassey, welfare sure is the answer just give them more of it.