Beware the Crankypants
I got my standard 5% annual pay raise yesterday. It’s a pretty decent percentage, but it irritates me that even with the raise, I’m not moving up in percentile within my paygrade for the company. They keep raising the lower end of the range and every time I get a raise, I’m actually getting closer and closer to the starting salary of someone straight out of school. I’ve gone from being in the 34th percentile to being in the 11th. This despite the fact I’ve got 25 years of experience with electronics and over 9 years in supervisory positions. So, they’re basically saying I’m worth diddly squat more than someone with zip years. Even though I know this is a common problem in many companies, it still grates like a mo-fo, let me tell you. What I didn’t get, though, was a raise to go along with the increased responsibilities of taking over the position of team lead when the previous one was recalled to active duty back in March. So, I’m a paygrade 10 doing a grade 11’s work, without the commensurate compensation. My manager says that particular request falls under a different budgetary consideration and it’s currently pending after being submitted…whenever. All I can say is, it better happen. I’m not really in the position to just up and quit, but push comes to shove, I’m sure I could get a job at the university. It may not necessarily pay more depending on the position, but the benefits are 100% better. Plus, my prior military would count for retirement within the university system because they’re all civil service jobs. Something to think about while I’m waiting for word on the extra money.
Unrelated, but still cranky-making is one of my cow-irkers that, while I’m relatively friendly with, can irritate the fuck out of me. The powerball has been going up like crazy this past week. When it went over $150 million, ten of us started contributing five dollars each to a joint pool starting last week Friday. In the Saturday night drawing we won $107, so it was decided to put it all back in to Wednesday’s drawing. I think we won all of $6 on that. Well, they decided to do it again, only M. needed (or wanted) the money on Thursday to buy the tickets so she could make copies of them and hand them all out today. A number of us didn’t have any cash on hand and the teller machine in the lobby was out of cash. M. refused to front anyone the money on the offchance they wouldn’t pay her back. She couldn’t afford it (say this with a whine, this chick thinks nothing of dropping $20-$50 a night in a slot machine in a bar.) Considering she’s known everyone in the pot for nearly 10 years, it just chaps my ass (that’s becoming one of my favorite sayings) at her level of distrust. In the meantime, the $6 we did win is going back into the pool for the benefit of the six people left in it. I mean, it would be kind of stupid to pay out $6 ten ways, but still. And it’s not even the money I care about, it’s the principle of the thing. And the fact that M. is just a stingy bitch.
ION, 15 minutes on the elliptical trainer Thursday. Cookies! Commies! Cookies!
Unrelated, but still cranky-making is one of my cow-irkers that, while I’m relatively friendly with, can irritate the fuck out of me. The powerball has been going up like crazy this past week. When it went over $150 million, ten of us started contributing five dollars each to a joint pool starting last week Friday. In the Saturday night drawing we won $107, so it was decided to put it all back in to Wednesday’s drawing. I think we won all of $6 on that. Well, they decided to do it again, only M. needed (or wanted) the money on Thursday to buy the tickets so she could make copies of them and hand them all out today. A number of us didn’t have any cash on hand and the teller machine in the lobby was out of cash. M. refused to front anyone the money on the offchance they wouldn’t pay her back. She couldn’t afford it (say this with a whine, this chick thinks nothing of dropping $20-$50 a night in a slot machine in a bar.) Considering she’s known everyone in the pot for nearly 10 years, it just chaps my ass (that’s becoming one of my favorite sayings) at her level of distrust. In the meantime, the $6 we did win is going back into the pool for the benefit of the six people left in it. I mean, it would be kind of stupid to pay out $6 ten ways, but still. And it’s not even the money I care about, it’s the principle of the thing. And the fact that M. is just a stingy bitch.
ION, 15 minutes on the elliptical trainer Thursday. Cookies! Commies! Cookies!