Sister, Can You Spare (Two) Dimes?
In addition to my health troubles (see my previous post), I recently received my employee review. I received an excellent review and my manager informed me that I received a raise.
Twenty cents an hour.
That's right -- two dimes extra an hour. It's hard to know whether to laugh or cry, it's so insulting. So when the taxes are taken out . . .
Meanwhile, rumors are that the CEO of my company has a personal make-up artist on call that the company pays for, in addition to his multi-million dollar salary, stock options, etc.
My manager told me to be happy, however. Some of my co-workers received no raise at all.
Now, I know that some of you are unemployed, and you think that I should be happy to be employed at all. But if you knew what my salary was for a very difficult job, you'd cry. The work environment is so relentlessly negative that sometimes I wonder if it's worth it. I know the job has contributed to my health woes.
Something has to be done. I'm going to have to proactive about this situation, too, just as I'm being about my health.