My first job, straight out of art college 19 years ago, paid £14/hr to teach pottery in a prison. (That’d be almost £25/hr today). And despite it being a role that required home office clearance I was given the job by someone I bumped into in a pub because she wanted to get into my pants. I’d never thrown a pot in my life so just had to busk it. After about 6months we got privatised and the rate dropped to £10, and then the new private contract holder screwed everything up and had to lay pretty much everyone off. Next job paid £3 per hour, and have slowly been scrabbling my way back ever since.
I’ve been self employed pretty much ever since with only a handful of flirtations with salaried and hourly / day rated work. But even during a spell as an Executive Director my hourly rate didn’t even quite reach the amount my first wage was cut to, even without inflation adjustments.
However, just this last month, after nearly two decades, I’ve picked up a contract that just eclipses the hourly rate of that first job!, shame its only two days a week for 8 weeks otherwise I’d be forced to whine on here about how nobody understands how difficult it is to be rich.