After talking to a couple people yesterday about said events, it turns out it's true about the age thing. Apparently there are different pay scales per age, and since I'm not, say, 19, they can't get away with paying me minimum wage; there are different pay scales for someone who's 19, 30 or even 40.
Okay.. let's just try to wrap our heads around that for a minute.
They technically aren't allowed to ask me for my age, but they have to in order to know what to pay me?
W. told me it's original intention when it came out (why it was changed to this), but I forget what it is. When he got home last night, I got the sweet, "Honeeeey, I'm hooome." and he walks in the kitchen where I've got a scowl on my face and I said a brief, "Hello." "What happened?" he instantly asks. "Oh, fine country you live in!" and I start yelling. Poor chap. He let me vent and then he made me put the dishes down (that I was subsiquently throwing around with my anger) and took me in his arms for a hug... and I cried. It was all too much to process. So... now I have to prove myself harder in a country that doesn't know me nor is familiar with the places I've worked? No pressure. AND they want me to just be okay with this process, put aside my principles and bend over and take it up the ass because that's what everyone else does? Oh hell no.
It's a good thing I work better under pressure, cause right now I'm just pissed. For a country that touts equality, this is very unequal of them. I'm sure there's a positive in here somewhere, I'm just not sure where it is yet. So this is how it's going to go: I'll apply for jobs and if I get asked again for my age I'll bite my tongue from saying, "What the f*** business is it of yours?" and politely ask them if they're interested in my skills or not. If they evade the question, I move on. I'm not compromising.
In reality, they're not allowed to ask me that; it's still age discrimination (and I could have reported them), but because it's been changed, they're using that to their advantage... and trying to get away with it. They're supposed to hire you on your abilities, and the formalities (pay scale per age) come later, with the paperwork. The sad thing is, it was a measly dishwashing position, but I would have put a lot of hard work and experience into their kithen, hoping to slowly move up the ranks. Instead, they're sacrificing experience for cheap labour, choosing to hire inexperienced young'uns in their kitchen. A foolish business mistake, if you ask me, when you're trying to open a new restaurant. I have a right mind to call her back and tell her what a fool she's being. But what do I know.
That's enough for today. I'm going to try to keep myself occupied until W. comes home, which won't be a moment too soon. I'm feeling a little down-trodden. I will however, enclose a picture of our balcony :) It's still not exactly how I want it, but still it's cosy and a welcoming place to sit when the sun isn't high.