Richard Harrington Summerby (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} the_richard) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
"Bank holidays?" Rich couldn't help but chuckle. "It's that whole world is round, time zones, our holidays aren't theirs thing. International Exports hasn't shut completely down in a couple of hundred years. I'm available twenty-four-seven-three-sixty-five. If you decide to stick with this madhouse, I'm hoping after training you'll be able to spell Millicent and I with taking over some of the on-call days. On the other hand, all time off is paid and we do our best to set things up so everybody has at least two days a week completely free, and more time off if we hit a lull."
His smile took a wry twist. "Tax men. The Dementors of the business world. It gets... complicated. I'll schedule you for some time with the tax boffins in Accounting. I maintain a presense in both worlds, so I pay taxes and fees in both, but there are the appropriate forms that more or less keep you from having to pay double taxes if you want to do the same." Rich picked up a sheaf of paperwork from his desk. "P&L and budget predictions, have a look if you like. By my most pessimistic estimates you should come close to a half mil this year; I can get you an appointment with the outside firm I use to keep you in good with both governments."