No one is getting paid in C4

I think it is hilarious how ERACians like to perpetrate the myth that everyone at BRM or above is "getting pizzaid." This is complete bullshit. Take a look at C4. Who is actually getting paid? Tim, yes. Rebuck, yes. Sandra, probably. I know for a fact that the top BRM annual pay was only around 55k last year. 55k?? That is poor-house money in the real world. Try supporting a family off 55k. You won't have much luck, I can tell you that.
As for the ARMS, who do you think is actually bringing in bank? Fulcher, probably. Souter, maybe. The rest? No way. Maybe 65-75K. Chump change, biatches.
BRMs, I have a little exercise for y'all: take what you made last year (lets say 55k) and divide that by the hours you work. Here is how it breaks down:

Gross pay ($55,000)
divided by
hours worked in a year (2700)
= $20.30/hour.

CHUMP CHANGE BITACHES!!!!

I know meth-addicted, high school drop outs who work at the local mill who make more than $20.30/hour!!! Give your head a shake.

Even at the GM level, everyone likes to think that he makes "pro-athlete" money. No fucking way. Tim probably makes "Akex Burrows-type" money tops. Maybe $500k??


Any thoughts from the ERAC-drones???

Originally Posted by The Dream is a LIE!!!

I think it is hilarious how ERACians like to perpetrate the myth that everyone at BRM or above is "getting pizzaid." This is complete bullshit. Take a look at C4. Who is actually getting paid? Tim, yes. Rebuck, yes. Sandra, probably. I know for a fact that the top BRM annual pay was only around 55k last year. 55k?? That is poor-house money in the real world. Try supporting a family off 55k. You won't have much luck, I can tell you that.
As for the ARMS, who do you think is actually bringing in bank? Fulcher, probably. Souter, maybe. The rest? No way. Maybe 65-75K. Chump change, biatches.
BRMs, I have a little exercise for y'all: take what you made last year (lets say 55k) and divide that by the hours you work. Here is how it breaks down:

Gross pay ($55,000)
divided by
hours worked in a year (2700)
= $20.30/hour.

CHUMP CHANGE BITACHES!!!!

I know meth-addicted, high school drop outs who work at the local mill who make more than $20.30/hour!!! Give your head a shake.

Even at the GM level, everyone likes to think that he makes "pro-athlete" money. No fucking way. Tim probably makes "Akex Burrows-type" money tops. Maybe $500k??


Any thoughts from the ERAC-drones???

You finally figured out the truth and your figures are still higher than what they really make. ERAC is a world of make believe just like the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.

[enterprise denial]

ERAC is not about real money. They actually pay in shells and clams! LOL!

Yah, the pay is shite. It's actually pretty pathetic, and they should be barred from any university campus recruiting drive. Spread the word people. Don't let a fellow human being be so used and abused. They are down with the sweat shops, and exploitation. If they paid a bit more and were not so fucking cheesy, they might have some long term employees that are not drones. Sales would skyrocket! Seriously. But let's bring out the crappy budweiser, and some cheap suits, and get this party started! Someone better have a blow-up doll without leaks because I have a whole paychek to tip her with, and she's the only one who likes it!

[enterprise denial]

BTW, has anyone other than TIMMY D (and no Tim, you cannot jerk to this or respond either) seen his T4? His house is not that big in White Rock, and he only ever drives an ERAC mobile. This = no money dude. Where's the car? Why not in Shaugnessy? or West Van??? Why are you no money honey? Gambling debt? Oh, I forgot, you have a mortgage, and credit card payments you are behind on. The Ferarri is in the shop, right? Get some style! My pop is a doc, and just a GP at that, but my parents rock a sizeably larger home than TD. Maybe it's b/c they have a few more bucks than 100k a year. But wait, 100k is more than anything anywhere ever. wow!

I'll tell y'all somethin'....

A year ago I left a rather large purveyor of the world's finest coffee (sic) and wandered around drunk on the beach until the severance pay burned out. I needed a job. I needed a suit. I got both in the same week. Within weeks I had set a green world on fire. No cat could sell like I could. And none of these fucks could drink like me, cous.... I held out. I sold like a motherfucker and had these boys shit-scared. Except for my boss. He was gleaming like a freshly polished cock still oozing after a tight squeze. I ran circles around these kids while stinking of bourbon and filthy sex. After a long (too fucking long) day's work I'd go home, burn one down, and catch a ride with the boss for some necessary brown-nosing before the day began just so I could maintain and keep up my rouse whilst I plotted.
I'mma tellin' y'all. If you've got it, you'll get the paper. You'll get the liquor and you'll have your nose in a stinky twat. If that's what y'all want, that's what y'all get.