As many of you now know, I am no longer working with James Stephanie Sterling in any capacity. They've recently posted a statement on their Patron, listing the reasons why, or at least their side of it. Complaints of emotional and financial abuse from me. I truly sound like the most ungrateful employee in existence who worked for the most righteous and innocent person ever created. I'm sure they worked very carefully on that statement as well.
I've also been thinking about this statement I would need to write. For the last week, I have waited for them to write a post saying that I was no longer working for the show. I had no idea if they would attempt professionalism, or begin complaining about me to others the exact same way that I apparently abused them. It appears like the latter.
I started working with James Stephanie Sterling in a full-time capacity in March of 2017. I agreed to start at $1500 a month, because it was the average income I was making at a retail job, at the time. The reason they offered me the job was because that retail job was constantly changing hours, and they'd be messaging me for help with projects and I'd have to say no. So when they offered me the position as "Art Director", they said the goal was paying to have access to my skills whenever they needed. They told me, when I started, about how there would be "growth". Notably, they told me that every year I would be getting a raise.
That's not how they came to word it over the years. Originally, I didn't even edit the Jimquisition and related podcasts. I was asked to simply be on standby, and whenever they needed help with a project, I could jump on my computer and hop to it. I would create strange little images, make physical props like the Cornflakes Homunculus mask, and various graphic design works like redeveloping the website. Whenever they weren't asking me for help, I kept myself busy trying to come up with more ways to contribute.
Eventually, after editing a few podcast episodes when Laura was out, I asked if they would like me to just take over editing those. Might as well, since I was hired to be on the clock regardless of work. Once that happened, I began editing all of those, including Spin Off Doctors and eventually Boston's Favorite Son. The podcasts had a reputation for them constantly interrupting each other (mostly due to the lag), which immediately stopped when I began editing as I would spend long hours moving audio to make it sound as legible and natural as possible.
After some time, I asked if they also wanted me to edit the gameplay videos (Jimpressions), and soon the Jimquisition. Within two years, I was editing almost everything, in addition to whatever else they asked me to help with. Many of those things did not involve "work" at all. After their separation with their ex, I was frequently their go-to driver. I drove them all around the state (and other states) for wrestling shows, many of which I would also film and record for them. I would drive them to doctor's appointments, getting their citizenship completed, and more. I was getting paid for full-time hours, so why not?
That "full-time" job began being described less as full-time by them, the more things were added to my workload. Namely, when the time would come around to discuss my expected raise. The first year was straightforward, with a $100 bump to $1600 a month. It's not a ton of money, but it was more than I had been making, and at the time I was splitting finances with my then-wife. The next year, however, started a new trend of their always being "a reason". There was always a "reason" for why I couldn't get an increase in pay. Finances with their ex from the split were messy, surprises with taxes being dropped on them, and of course, moving across the country.
I did not complain, at first. I understood the reasons, I knew they were dealing with stuff. Sure, it didn't stop them from making extravagant purchases for themselves, but I tried to look past that. They were my friend, so of course they were gonna look out for me. This is James Stephanie Sterling, champion of the people! They wouldn't intentionally exploit me. So I waited another year for discussion of a raise, but by this point my own life had taken a turn, and I was going through my own expensive divorce, full of "fun" financial surprises.
At the end of 2019, they told me they were leaving Mississippi for Philadelphia, PA in February 2020. They asked if I would like to come along, stay in their place for awhile as I got setup in my own place. The plans were not to stay together long, but who could expect a global pandemic to start right as you move across the country. It was a scary prospect for me, as someone who has lived in Mississippi their whole life, but they gave me some reassurances. They could stay with me for free, and once we get setup they would catch up on my raises, as well as adjust my income for the increased cost of living. Philadelphia is noticeably pricier to live in than the majority of Mississippi.
So I packed my bags and got ready to move.I kept finding ways to help out. I looked up moving companies for them, all of which cost thousands of dollars (the cheapest I found at the time was $1500, and would take over a month to bring the stuff from Mississippi to Philly). I told them they could save money, and we could rent a Haul and drive it up ourselves. Which is... sort of what happened.
We rented the Haul, but they flew up early to appear at a wrestling show. So I loaded all of my stuff, and everything they owned, into the uHaul myself and drove it across the country. I felt like saving them possibly thousands of dollars should help balance out the non-cost of me staying in their place for a few months.
It wasn't until August of 2020 that I was finally able to move out. During which time we switched to a new apartment building (since they had gotten an apartment without actually having it checked out, and had many issues), which meant breaking the lease to move into a more expensive place. I managed to find a place that was... not great, but it was cheap and I could afford it. Besides, they were gonna increase my pay after all! Once I moved out, the "reasons" began again. They just couldn't afford it, after all. I had just moved into a "cheap" apartment that was still over half of my income, grocery and utility bills on the rise, but "they" had the financial issues.
I was stressed out. I just signed a lease for a place, and becoming increasingly low on money fast. My ex-wife was making sure every financial burden we had together went onto my shoulders if I wanted a simple divorce, and I became stressed out fast. I vented about it to a then "mutual" friend. Someone I was told I could trust, repeatedly. I was freaking out about how I could afford to do this, if I had made a mistake, and just being angry in general. They proceeded to tell my boss everything I had told them.
I was asked to come over to talk, where I was scolded for discussing this stuff behind their back. How dare an employee talk about their work-life and pay, am I right? They told me they would catch up on my yearly raises, and that be the end of the conversation. That was also the last raise I ever got. No more yearly raises, no cost-of-living increase. I got $200 more, and I should be grateful. After all, I only work two days a week.
That last thing came out of nowhere. See, apparently, they decided sometime ago that the only work I do was edit the Jimquisition and Podquisition, and therefore I was paid more than enough. I was not a full-time employee suddenly, but a part-time worker. An "ungrateful" one at that. And I wanna break down that logic for a moment, since that is what they highlighted in their own statement:
$1800 a month, for two days of work. Lets say, on average, there are four weeks in a month. So eight "work days" a month. That's $225 a day, or $28.13 (rounding up) an hour. The assumption is for an eight hour work day, though it was rarely only eight hours of work. But lets leave it at that. $28.13 an hour is decent pay.
The starting rate for video producer is on average $25-35, so sure. Not the $30-40 they claim, and that doesn't include that as an independent contractor I had to pay my own taxes from that, but it still "sounds" good.
If I was only working two days a week. See, if I was only getting paid for editing those two things and those two days, that means that literally everything else I did for them was unpaid. None of the other podcasts, none of the gameplay videos, and certainly none of the trips taking them everywhere in the past. Those were all "freebies" suddenly. Because that's the thing that James Stephanie Sterling didn't think about. I was either:
- An underpaid full-time worker: $11.25 an hour ($1800 for four weeks, 40 hours a week), or
- A decently paid two-day worker who wasn't paid for a lot of their work.
That hurt. I was already hurt by the betrayal of trust from a "supposed" friend, and even more so from someone I was ensured I could depend on when making the biggest change in my life. I pushed on. Even as my new life in Philly was getting complicated with new additions that added an assload of stress and brand new financial burdens, I didn't complain to my boss. They were struggling too, after all. It became harder to swallow when I'd go back to their apartment to help them with work (apparently unpaid if it wasn't a Sunday or Wednesday), and there would be some brand new expensive purchase in their place. Some new giant statue, expensive furniture (that I assembled for them), a bigger TV, etc.
So yeah, I was upset. I was freaking out about how I was going to keep affording groceries every month, keep paying the bills, and dealing with the other financial surprises that kept popping up. Every now and then I would mention some new stress to my boss, and they'd say "I'll send you a little cash to help out". I gladly took it, cause I had no choice, but I would've preferred to be paid what I was promised.
The message they got recently was from two ex-friends. I won't go into details on them, because they deserve their own respect of privacy. But yes, I complained to them about my job too. I complained about my work, I complained about my pay, I complained about Steph. I was tired, stressed out, and I once again trusted people who said they could be trusted. I learned after awhile that, they weren't the people I thought they were. And apparently, a year after us all blocking each other, they have decided to start sending messages to people I know complaining about me. And namely, telling my boss everything I said about them
Well, since James Stephanie Sterling has decided that me talking about this two a handful of people in private deserves a public response smearing my name, let me tell you who THEY are: James Stephanie Sterling is a hypocrite. They have likened themself as someone who fights for the "defenseless" and battles capitalism on a daily basis. This does not include their own employee. They're a
"champion of free speech", who has multiple times made me delete tweets because they were worried "it made them look bad". The Jimquisition has proudly stated that people deserve to be treated with respect and properly credited, even as their work was "I" and my work became "we". As episode 300 and 400 of Podquisition passed and everyone got called out for their help... except the person spending his night untangling their nonsense.
And for someone who was "deeply offended' at the idea that I was "badmouthing them behind their back", they seemed to have no issue doing the same to others.
Whether getting angry at Laura and Conrad for talking over them constantly on the podcast, or the way they talked about Phoenix's kids (which deeply made me uncomfortable, but I tried to go along). Apparently it's fine to complain to me, but how dare I have my own frustrations! How dare I have my own issues and stress!
Yes, the money they make from Patreon isn't as much when it finally gets to them. Taxes and fees cut that down, as well as paying people for their help. It's still more than I was making. At no point was James Stephanie Sterling worried about how they were gonna afford to eat. How they were gonna be able to pay rent. No, they didn't have to worry about that... just their "employee"
Last Monday, I typed out a letter explaining to them I was quitting. I was tired of the way I was treated. I was tired of being left on read and frequently ignored (whether it was about work or just trying to have a conversation and stay friends with them). A friend of mine calmed me down, and say I should take a moment to breathe, and wait to talk to them later. The next day James Stephanie Sterling called to fire me.
I have never slept better than I have since that phone call.
For the first time in years, my stress has plummeted, and I am free. I've been staying with family recently, after moving out of Philly due to the rising costs, and have been putting back the majority of my paychecks in anticipation of this day. I no longer have to deal with their anger management on sets (pouting, throwing things around if something broke the flow of filming, etc. No more hearing them complain about how hard life is for them while they fill their house with toys and move countries just to date people.
And maybe even best of all. I never have to type the name "Bobby Kotick" into Google Image Search ever again.