I’ll bring the whine, you bring the cheese.

I’m having a shitty day at work. I got this wild hair up my butt [no not seriously weirdo] that I don’t make enough money. See my department is growing like crazy. After no new hires for quite some time we have now hired ten new people in the last year. 10! Six new people have been added to my team alone and only one person left in the last year. Our team went from seven people to 13 people. That’s almost doubled people. So that’s some serious growth. Obviously the money’s out there. I doubt every one of these people came to the department with no raise.

So with this growth and new found money coming in to the department I feel that I should be compensated fairly. However, I work for big business and if you know anything about big business you know it’s not fair (much like life really). So I decided to have the big salary talk with my boss. I spent a lot of time gathering “evidence” for my case. I drafted a really great letter. I had my friend Carolyn proof it. I had my mom proof it. With my mom’s suggestions I revised it.

And then I sent it. I sent it with my heart pounding and my sweats palming…I mean palms sweating, that’s how nervous I was. Cause if you know anything about me you know I’m a total wimp.

Within ten minutes my boss called me. She gives me the song and dance about how there are a lot of people in my boat (which I can only assume is sinking fast like the fucking Titanic) and there is a list of “those worthy of promotions” and I “am on the list” but there have been a lot of people in the department deserving of raises long before me. Needless to say, this did not give me warm fuzzies. It did however tell me that the only way to get a promotion any time in the foreseeable future was to apply for something else.

After this conversation I felt so defeated. Like why did I bother. I wasn’t expecting her to be all “Oh Christine, thank you for opening my eyes. Your 400% raise will be on your next paycheck,” but after talking to her I felt like the red-headed stepchild [which I was, literally, a red-headed stepchild growing up so I know how that feels].

So I took a deep breath, wiped away my tear and did what every young woman does when they feel defeated. I called my mommy. Mommy calmed me down (even though she was pissed off about it too) and we talked about what my next steps would be.

After about an hour and a half, I called my boss back and told her where I was coming from. I told her I love enjoy my job and I don’t want to leave it. I said I’m not looking for a promotion, I’m just looking to be fairly compensated. I pointed out the amazing growth we’ve had and that I came in to the organization during a non-growth time and it’s time for a make up session [I said make up, not make out you pervert]. To this my boss told me to trust her. That she believes good things come to those who wait. And she said that she is really pulling for me and is trying to get me the money I deserve.

And that’s where we left it. I’m still broke. I’m still waiting. Nothing has changed. I hope I can trust her because I work damn hard for this company and I deserve a little payback.

And to top it all off, my damn internet isn’t working. Damn you Mediacom. You filthy bastards. Make my internet work.

I’ve had enough. I’m going to bed.

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