Hi there.
Well, hello. Been an okay few days. Today was an alright day at work.
I went in and asked my boss for a raise today. Was a little nervous at first, but when I saw a chance to go in there, I jumped at it. I don't think I left myself enough time to be nervous once I started toward his office. Told him that I was looking for a raise, felt that I've been doing a lot more (and better) work lately. That people who do the work that I do charge all sorts of ridiculous amounts of money, but I wasn't asking for that - just for a little more than I'm making now.
He said that he felt I was underpaid. That a few people have come in and asked for more money, and he's had to turn them down. That it's tough because it seems like there's a lot of money since we're always busy, but then there's all this money going out - especially with prices on everything rising (which is true; paper cost keeps rising, for instance). Said that, especially if we implement a new function of the website that was proposed, I should be making more money.
I'm sure it's the same kind of response he gives to anyone who comes in and asks for a raise, but it made me feel good. It was a good meeting. It wasn't a no, and he didn't scoff at the idea. I was calm, not nervous, and he was (as always) the same. Everyone is so laid back, so I wasn't expecting him to freak out on me - just wasn't sure what to expect. I'd never asked for a raise anywhere before.
Anyway. He said he'd talk to his wife (the other owner, who is in charge of the cash monies) and let me know what we can do. If I get a dollar raise, that's $160 extra dollars a month. That's sort of mega, and would make a huge difference. Might even be able to get by without a second job... or at least, without a second job that I have to work more than a day or two a week at.
As I was washing my coffee mug out and getting ready to go home, another co-worker came into the kitchen. He's a sales guy who is really swell. Everyone is, really. Everyone's just great. He told me, with no provocation or lead-in, that he and another sales person had just been outside talking about me. I joked back that I hoped it wasn't something bad, and he proceeded to let fly with a series of raging... compliments. That I was so easy to work with. That I make a great addition to the company. That I'm really great at what I do, and that it makes everything so easy for them. That one of the guys before me was always a pain to work with - telling them that he couldn't help them out because he was too busy. But I was always quick to help them and get things done, "just like John [the other design guy]."
That was probably the biggest compliment of the whole thing - telling me that I was as hard/good a worker as the other guy doing design work. He busts his ass for that place and, though I don't know how much he makes, probably deserves more than he's paid. He comes in, gets his work done, doesn't bitch... he's that person you work with who nobody can say a bad thing about. So, having someone who has been working there for so long compare me to him felt pretty good.
Some other co-workers also said some really nice things about me today - again, without any provocation.
It was a pretty good self-esteem boost. Hopefully I hear about the raise soon.
GONNA GO BACK IN TIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIME.
Chatted with Laura at some point and decided to grow my hair out super long again. Not just so I can make ladies swoon as my full mane flows through the breeze... but so I can eventually chop it all off and donate it to Locks of Love. It's gotta be around 10 inches long, so this could take a while.
Also, I'm letting my beard grow out for the winter. Not sure I can do anything with that once I chop it off, but if you want it, make an offer.
The weekend was cool. There was a sweet show at the Co-Op on Saturday night, followed by hangouts with Joe Cross and Company. We hung around, listened to music, gushed about Coheed, Taking Back Sunday and Brand New like we were in high school again and ended the night with a brief round of Guitar Hero World Tour.
Sunday was mostly lazy. We recorded our second episode of the podcast (This Old Pie, tentatively titled... it's a piecast), which we'll have up sometime soon. Gotta get music in there and make it sound snappy.
Monday was Heroes + wrestling + pizza. All were excellent fun.
Tuesday... uh, yesterday, I guess. Wound up hanging out with Justin & Steve, eating Italian foods and watching The Quick and The Dead. It was neat-ooooo. Also, I bought some new pants and socks. I think the socks are okay, but they're definitely not great. I'm mildly satisfied with them thus far. One of the pairs of pants is a pair of jeans. I haven't worn jeans seriously since 1999. I wore them once for a film project, but my heart wasn't in them (just my juicy ass). So, we'll see how they work out.
I guess that's it. You're up to date with most of the details of my life.
an all-night restaurant, north kildonan. luke-warm coffee tastes like soap. i trace your outline in spilled sugar. killing time and killing hope. this brand new strip mall chews on farm land as we fish for someone to blame. we communicate in questions, and all our answers sound the same. under sputtering fluorescents. after refills are refilled. negotiations at a standstill. the spoon and rolling saucer stilled. if you ask how i got so bitter, i'll ask how you got so vain. and all our questions blur together. the answers always sound the same. we can't look at one another. i'll say something thoughtful soon. but i can't listen to the quiet, so i hum this mindless tune that i stole from some dumb country rock star. and i don't even know his name. it's like my stupid little questions - the answers always sound the same. tell me why i have to miss you so. tell me why we sound so lame. why we communicate in questions, and all our answers sound the same.
I went in and asked my boss for a raise today. Was a little nervous at first, but when I saw a chance to go in there, I jumped at it. I don't think I left myself enough time to be nervous once I started toward his office. Told him that I was looking for a raise, felt that I've been doing a lot more (and better) work lately. That people who do the work that I do charge all sorts of ridiculous amounts of money, but I wasn't asking for that - just for a little more than I'm making now.
He said that he felt I was underpaid. That a few people have come in and asked for more money, and he's had to turn them down. That it's tough because it seems like there's a lot of money since we're always busy, but then there's all this money going out - especially with prices on everything rising (which is true; paper cost keeps rising, for instance). Said that, especially if we implement a new function of the website that was proposed, I should be making more money.
I'm sure it's the same kind of response he gives to anyone who comes in and asks for a raise, but it made me feel good. It was a good meeting. It wasn't a no, and he didn't scoff at the idea. I was calm, not nervous, and he was (as always) the same. Everyone is so laid back, so I wasn't expecting him to freak out on me - just wasn't sure what to expect. I'd never asked for a raise anywhere before.
Anyway. He said he'd talk to his wife (the other owner, who is in charge of the cash monies) and let me know what we can do. If I get a dollar raise, that's $160 extra dollars a month. That's sort of mega, and would make a huge difference. Might even be able to get by without a second job... or at least, without a second job that I have to work more than a day or two a week at.
As I was washing my coffee mug out and getting ready to go home, another co-worker came into the kitchen. He's a sales guy who is really swell. Everyone is, really. Everyone's just great. He told me, with no provocation or lead-in, that he and another sales person had just been outside talking about me. I joked back that I hoped it wasn't something bad, and he proceeded to let fly with a series of raging... compliments. That I was so easy to work with. That I make a great addition to the company. That I'm really great at what I do, and that it makes everything so easy for them. That one of the guys before me was always a pain to work with - telling them that he couldn't help them out because he was too busy. But I was always quick to help them and get things done, "just like John [the other design guy]."
That was probably the biggest compliment of the whole thing - telling me that I was as hard/good a worker as the other guy doing design work. He busts his ass for that place and, though I don't know how much he makes, probably deserves more than he's paid. He comes in, gets his work done, doesn't bitch... he's that person you work with who nobody can say a bad thing about. So, having someone who has been working there for so long compare me to him felt pretty good.
Some other co-workers also said some really nice things about me today - again, without any provocation.
It was a pretty good self-esteem boost. Hopefully I hear about the raise soon.
GONNA GO BACK IN TIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIME.
Chatted with Laura at some point and decided to grow my hair out super long again. Not just so I can make ladies swoon as my full mane flows through the breeze... but so I can eventually chop it all off and donate it to Locks of Love. It's gotta be around 10 inches long, so this could take a while.
Also, I'm letting my beard grow out for the winter. Not sure I can do anything with that once I chop it off, but if you want it, make an offer.
The weekend was cool. There was a sweet show at the Co-Op on Saturday night, followed by hangouts with Joe Cross and Company. We hung around, listened to music, gushed about Coheed, Taking Back Sunday and Brand New like we were in high school again and ended the night with a brief round of Guitar Hero World Tour.
Sunday was mostly lazy. We recorded our second episode of the podcast (This Old Pie, tentatively titled... it's a piecast), which we'll have up sometime soon. Gotta get music in there and make it sound snappy.
Monday was Heroes + wrestling + pizza. All were excellent fun.
Tuesday... uh, yesterday, I guess. Wound up hanging out with Justin & Steve, eating Italian foods and watching The Quick and The Dead. It was neat-ooooo. Also, I bought some new pants and socks. I think the socks are okay, but they're definitely not great. I'm mildly satisfied with them thus far. One of the pairs of pants is a pair of jeans. I haven't worn jeans seriously since 1999. I wore them once for a film project, but my heart wasn't in them (just my juicy ass). So, we'll see how they work out.
I guess that's it. You're up to date with most of the details of my life.
an all-night restaurant, north kildonan. luke-warm coffee tastes like soap. i trace your outline in spilled sugar. killing time and killing hope. this brand new strip mall chews on farm land as we fish for someone to blame. we communicate in questions, and all our answers sound the same. under sputtering fluorescents. after refills are refilled. negotiations at a standstill. the spoon and rolling saucer stilled. if you ask how i got so bitter, i'll ask how you got so vain. and all our questions blur together. the answers always sound the same. we can't look at one another. i'll say something thoughtful soon. but i can't listen to the quiet, so i hum this mindless tune that i stole from some dumb country rock star. and i don't even know his name. it's like my stupid little questions - the answers always sound the same. tell me why i have to miss you so. tell me why we sound so lame. why we communicate in questions, and all our answers sound the same.