Commission Of Injustice
Fifteen years ago when I was starting my career as a graphic designer, I was hired part-time by a small design agency. By “small” I mean that it was just the owner, a senior designer, and me. The salary was not high, but I was happy because it was really close to where I lived and I was building a real portfolio, apart from what I had made in design school.
One day, the owner asked me to make a logo for her husband’s company. She told me, really excitedly and proudly, that I would receive my first commission for doing the logo. She offered to pay 10% of the logo selling price. At the time, we sold logos for $150, so I was expecting to get about $15 as a commission. (I don’t live in America; this is converted to US dollars).
I designed a logo, and both my boss and her husband liked it. Everyone was happy… until I got my commission.
She added $1.50 to my paycheque.
Me: “Hey, I think you made a typo; you only paid me $1.50 for my commission.”
Client: “Oh, no, that’s right.”
Me: “So, you’re saying you sold my logo… for $15?”
Client: “Well, he is my husband. I gave him a discount!”
She smiled like she was really teaching me something. And I guess she was: to always negotiate in advance and never trust a client.
Later, I learned that the senior designer left when the owner pulled the same move, asking them to design a cookbook for “a friend”.