People who work on contracted arrangements, are paid for every hour worked unless there are specific stipulations.
My ex, in the film industry, worked on contract, and if her day went over a certain number of hours etc, or she worked extra days or midnight to dawn shoots, she was paid extra, and rightly so.
It all depends on the contract you arrange.
You can reach an agreed sum per (blah, blah) as long as it covers your chances of all the things like working out of hours etc...
EMPLOYEES, unless they are working under an agreement that gives allowance for the same chances of working out of hours etc, and/or have negotiated a deal without full understanding, do not have that choice.
THAT is what was behind the Howard Way... little prick..... the eternal hope of his owners and paymasters was that under 'workchoices'
(what are my choices.... take it or leave it...)
people and their Unions would negotiate so as to permit a reduction in penalty rates for certain circumstance, by saying that was covered under the agreed rates of pay, but unfortunately Fred Nurks was always rostered for the Saturday to Sunday midnight to dawn shifts, so he was the exception...
This happened with a supervisor in the club I last worked in as bus driver - he was on an agreed rate, and found he was rostered for the weekends and busy times, while the sheilas in the same boat, who arranged the roster, worked all the easy shifts. He hit the roof when his daughter worked casual in the bar over Christmas and was bringing home more than he was.
He quit and went to Macca's - but is now back on a better deal..... the sheila supervisors are all gone... funny that....
Actually when I first interviewed for the job, as a retired public servant and security guy and all that, for the bus driver position - I was interviewed by two sheilas, who flatly didn't want me. After they ran through the list of candidates, the club manager called me back for an interview with him, and I started instantly. I earned my spurs when a drug addict threatened and physically approached a small supervisor, and I pushed the sup behind me and stood in the druggo's face...... ready to fight... he backed off with the help of his friend... his friend, to his credit, came back after he took the druggo out of the club, and apologised profusely... good on him. I hold no grudges... no time for that.
No prejudice or discrimination there from the sheilas, eh?
Don't ever let them run your country for you.... truly they do not know what they do.