Guess what I got...
A RAISE! Yeah, that's right, bitches. A 20% raise at that. I'm still barely making enough money to scrape by, but I'm sure it will make quite a difference. And who knows? Since I've already gotten a raise after less than two months, if I keep it up, maybe they'll take me on full time eventually.
As I was leaving today, the VP asked me if I had a minute, so I said, "of course." He lead me into the president's office, and he sat down across from her as she was putting things on her desk away and folding her hands, getting ready to talk to me. My first instinct was OH SHIT WHAT DID I DO? But Andrea (the prez) looked up at me and said something to the effect of, "We just want to tell you that were very happy with your work. We think that you're very bright and intelligent, and you go beyond the call of duty. We're really impressed and very glad that we hired you, so we're going to give you an extra two dollars an hour."
Naturally, my jaw dropped and I beamed, blushed, and said, "Oh, wow, thank you so much!" Then they just started raving about my performance and their satisfaction...they were embarrassing me just a little. I told them that I really do love my job, in fact I look forward to getting up and going in every day. I like the work I do and the people that I do it for. But I never expected this!
I'm so proud of myself and so happy with my job. Chad's really proud of me and happy, too. See, we've been debating for a while about me looking for a new job. I don't want to leave. I'm getting invaluable experience at a job doing something I enjoy and have always been naturally good at. Well, for the most part. They took me on as a bartender off the streets to be their administrative assistant, just doing menial office tasks, but I guess as I learned quickly, they started giving me more important work to do. Lately I've pretty much been the copy editor, proofreading and changing the text in our printed materials. Not only that, but I'm getting experience as the administrative assistant reporting directly to the President, VP, and Director of Operations. That looks pretty good on a resume. Since I've updated it on monster, I've been randomly called twice about job offers. But I don't want to leave. We don't have a writer, only an artist. I am writer and editor by nature, so I think that if they continue to give me more work like what I've naan doing lately (which appears to be the case) that they really may take me on as copywriter. The bosses drive BMWs and Benzes, and the artist drives an S-2000, so I guess if that happened, I'd be making OK money, which has been the subject of our domestic debates. I don't make enough to pay half our bills even if I used it all. But after I told Chad about the raise today, he said that maybe I should stick around for a while after all.
OK, enough gloating. I can't help it, though. You'd be happy, too; admit it.
Originally written and not posted due to LJ being faget on 02/25/05 12.49am
As I was leaving today, the VP asked me if I had a minute, so I said, "of course." He lead me into the president's office, and he sat down across from her as she was putting things on her desk away and folding her hands, getting ready to talk to me. My first instinct was OH SHIT WHAT DID I DO? But Andrea (the prez) looked up at me and said something to the effect of, "We just want to tell you that were very happy with your work. We think that you're very bright and intelligent, and you go beyond the call of duty. We're really impressed and very glad that we hired you, so we're going to give you an extra two dollars an hour."
Naturally, my jaw dropped and I beamed, blushed, and said, "Oh, wow, thank you so much!" Then they just started raving about my performance and their satisfaction...they were embarrassing me just a little. I told them that I really do love my job, in fact I look forward to getting up and going in every day. I like the work I do and the people that I do it for. But I never expected this!
I'm so proud of myself and so happy with my job. Chad's really proud of me and happy, too. See, we've been debating for a while about me looking for a new job. I don't want to leave. I'm getting invaluable experience at a job doing something I enjoy and have always been naturally good at. Well, for the most part. They took me on as a bartender off the streets to be their administrative assistant, just doing menial office tasks, but I guess as I learned quickly, they started giving me more important work to do. Lately I've pretty much been the copy editor, proofreading and changing the text in our printed materials. Not only that, but I'm getting experience as the administrative assistant reporting directly to the President, VP, and Director of Operations. That looks pretty good on a resume. Since I've updated it on monster, I've been randomly called twice about job offers. But I don't want to leave. We don't have a writer, only an artist. I am writer and editor by nature, so I think that if they continue to give me more work like what I've naan doing lately (which appears to be the case) that they really may take me on as copywriter. The bosses drive BMWs and Benzes, and the artist drives an S-2000, so I guess if that happened, I'd be making OK money, which has been the subject of our domestic debates. I don't make enough to pay half our bills even if I used it all. But after I told Chad about the raise today, he said that maybe I should stick around for a while after all.
OK, enough gloating. I can't help it, though. You'd be happy, too; admit it.
Originally written and not posted due to LJ being faget on 02/25/05 12.49am