Nicole did a blog post the other day which I have largely ignored until now. You can probably guess why from the title alone.
However, Nicole opened a door here. And I will insert my foot.
We are going to have a guest blogger this evening. I’ll let her introduce herself, but remember, this is about Nicole’s own public words. In the article linked to above, she pretty much trashed every employer she ever had.
I am not going to discuss her current business, the one in the title. This article is not about that. This article is an attempt to right a wrong, to give a voice to the person who was libeled in Nicole’s screed. Please keep the comments limited severely to what is discussed here and avoid speculation or commentary about her current business.
And now, I present the guest blogger.
Hi there, I have remained in the background for the most part and only occasionally commented on the blog. I have tried to not talk about Nikki and Joe and my personal experiences with them until now, since she opened the door. I’m going to step on in.
My name is Patricia and I own Pup Cuts and Nicole worked for me for 4 months from the January til April 2014 (right after Easter, right after her baby was born).
She came to me looking for a job because the person she was employed by was basically “treating her like shit” and “wouldn’t listen to any of her suggestions.” It was winter (a slow time for groomers) but I hired her anyway knowing that things would get busy again as spring came.
I gave her 75% commission, which meant for every dollar she made she gave me 25 cents, and because she had no clients of her own I would split the daily work and give her half.
What I got for my kindness was her and a “occasional child” (occasional means 2-3 every single day), the shop smelling like burnt popcorn, wood stove, and piss. They wanted to get water every day after the place at the park they got water from put a lock on the spout.
I came in one morning after the weekend and there was a mud path from the tub to the door that I got to mop as my customers were arriving that morning.
Joe and the kids would sit in the van in the parking lot and I had one longtime customer call me and tell me she would not be back because of that.
Her children basically treated me like crap, they stole from me and they stole from the seniors upstairs who left their supplies for their dances in the kitchen of the banquet center above me. I was outnumbered in my own business and was being walked on and treated like an outcast. I was not a happy camper.
The final straw was when a friend posted a picture of a dog who was groomed at my competition (and her ex-employer) and it was wearing one of my signature bling items that I had taught her to make. When I asked her about it she informed me she had the right to sell them to anyone she pleased.
So I drew up a contract and I said sign it or you’re out.
Then ole Joe pops up with his mouth about ALL the profit I was making from them… again.. for every dog I GAVE her out of MY pocket I got a 25 cent per dollar return.
Now let’s talk about the profit Joe.
My daughter worked at a hotel and they were hiring, so Missy gave him a good recommendation and helped him get the job. Joe showed up filthy daily, was caught numerous times doing their laundry in the business machines. This was a problem because when they went to put the sheets and other items on the beds, they kept finding straw and debris mixed in with the clean items. Joe really liked his job though; he would take nice hot showers daily, and would hang out in the rec room watching TV instead of being at the front desk, you know, the place he was being paid to be. Also whole cases of snack items that were going missing, that is all I’m going to say about that.
While Joe and my daughter were working together Joe asked to borrow $30.00 from her and her boyfriend to buy some pot. He was very open to us about smoking pot, and I personally don’t care as I think it should be legalized. Anyway, he borrowed the money and was supposed to pay it back the following Friday when they all got paid. Friday came and Joe didn’t have the money but would get it to them soon, but as time passed the kids realized they were not going to get their money back. Joe even threatened them, leaning over the counter at work and sneering at them said, “And what are you going to do if I don’t pay you.”
I finally had to confront Nikki about it and ask her for repayment of the money since Joe was being such an asshole. With a surprised look on her face, she whipped out that phone and after a curt conversation, paid me the $30.00. Joe had not told her about any of it.
So you see Nikki, it’s not always a good idea to put people on blast. You can color your lies any way you want for your leg-humpers. This blog post only scratches the surface of the amount of shit I put up with for 4 long months.
Since you like to threaten people, and you know where I live, I would like to let you know that I have live video surveillance and if I catch you on my camera I will get you for trespassing. Have a nice day.
Oh and I was in the 4-wheeler with Sally Davis, and yes, Joe, you drank that beer. I was the girl with the pink hair in the back; I waved, guess you didn’t recognize me.
And now you’ve heard the other side of the story.
Here is the contract that Nicole refused to sign.
Nicole’s argument, in her blog posting, is that she should have been treated as an employee, not an independent contractor. This contract is fairly standard in the industry for an independent contractor, and it’s the path Patricia chose. It’s completely legal.
This whole thing is a mystery to me, anyway, since as an employee, Nicole would have had taxes taken out of her pay and given right to the evil government. Taxation is theft, she says.
As an independent contractor, she would be able to keep all the money she earned, and would have responsibility for filing (or not filing) her taxes as she saw fit.
So why was she clamoring for employee status?
Apparently she wasn’t. She just wanted to change parts of the contract to better suit herself. Patricia refused, so Nicole refused to sign it. Patricia then showed her the door.
As I’ve said before, Nicole is an asshole.