Date: November 25, 2017 10:25PM
Not when I worked for the Bishop's storehouse in San Fernando Valley, Calif. (1975-ish--during the big S.F. earthquake.)
The man selected to run this storehouse was an above average good guy and earned a stingy salary, and received stingy benefits.
It was considered by the Church that such person--those who worked for the church--were so blessed to have a job in the church, that therefore, they didn't rate a 'living' wage. I and was also paid a less-than average salary (for the same reason as above). Moreover, the part-time job was deliberate --so I wouldn't have to be paid any benefits.
Although church policy was to not have a man and women work alone (together), we (somehow) were allowed to work together (he in his office, and I in the office space next to his--only an open doorway between us). My space was also near the in-and-out door to the storehouse, so I sat in an awful cold draft. But, this was OK with the Church supervisor. (Happily, dear Sam went against this 'cold' policy, and bought me a small electric heater for my legs (I had, of course, to wear skirts and dresses, no pants).
After about a year and a half of working there, I got dumped from my job, to be replaced with volunteers. Poor Sam (not his real name), the manager, had to (in effect) spend a great deal more time trying to show each new volunteer what they needed to do. (Of course, he got paid a set-salary, so working overtime was free for the church.)
When Christmas came along, Sam would get a box of candy, but not me--as I only worked part-time. The area supervisor over Sam walked right past my desk, to deliver him his 2-3 lb. box of candy.
I guess he was lucky to get that, as my sister and her husband volunteered for a church job in the SLC church office building, and they got rewarded with a framed picture of the top 4 church authorities. (No coffee anywhere in sight.)