Aug 14, 2009 22:10
I went on my leave of absence for work the week that our reviews were to be done. I was kinda bummed because I wanted to be able to go over everything around that time, and also, to know what my yearly raise was going to be. Due to the fact that I started working for the particular location before it opened, they only considered my employment to be from when the doors opened, no the store set up. Subsequently, my raise was pro-rated. That was for the first year. So, my raise was roughly 7-10 cents. I can't exactly remember. So, for the last year, I've made 8.17/hr. I'm pretty vocal about it, but not necessarily in a negative way. I chose this job because I enjoy it, and I had always wanted to be a cashier - so it didn't matter what my wage was - Lord knows I've worked for far less and that I've worked for far more. I know that I was the executive assistant to the head chef of the Westin Kierland Resort. I know that I'm far more capable and worth far more than 8.17. But since I enjoy what I do, it's not really about the money. Though the money is nice.
The delivery of the baby prevented me from finding out what my raise was. But I've been waiting in anxious anticipation - would it be the full 25 cents? Maybe more? I've really contributed a lot to the company as far as implementing the way certain things are done - I've become an amazingly patient and graceful person. I get compliments on a regular basis - and in retail, that's a hard thing to achieve. So, today I decided to go ahead and track down my raise amount. Anyone want to take a guess? Okay, I'll tell you. :)
1 cent.
I now make 8.18 an hour. I wish I was kidding. I've been with this company for two years, and I've really become an excellent employee, only calling out when I was hospitalized for a double kidney infection and then when the baby was born (as she came about 2 weeks early).
The baby seems to be teething. She's running a slight fever and is completely inconsolable. It's been a hard night. I finally got her down, but now have to spend the rest of the night paying very close attention to her breathing because I gave her baby Tylenol. Craig is with her now while I type. He's watching some show on Palladia on U2, his favorite band of all time. Some of their older footage is just plain weird.
It's 10:30 on Friday night and I'm ready for bed. Ah, the combination of motherhood and working outside the home...
I hope you all have a terrific weekend.
work,
teething,
the baby