I started this blog because I got a temporary ban from FB. Well, let’s just say that my foray back into FB was as fruitful as one would assume – I earned a 30 day ban this time. Yay, me!
I still stand by my statement that I should be able to say whatever I want about a person who is falsely accusing people of being child sex traffickers, and it should be without any sort of retribution. I’m just insulting, they’re actually committing libel. But apparently my words are MUCH MORE AWFUL than some random QAsshole person slamming famous people. (And TRUST me, I would love nothing more than to see pedophiles burnt in the town square, but you can’t just go around calling people pedos without evidence – but you CAN call those accusers cunts, because that my friend, is freedom of speech but not on a privately owned public platform.)
I have a pretty hardcore job. I spend a lot of time working on paperwork to assure my place of employment and the DEA and state regulators that we follow the law to the letter. I also deal with temperamental people who have been getting yelled at all day by doctors, nurses, other clinicians, and are exhausted. So I try to be a beacon of funny, or just the person who is going to listen and commisserate. I spend a good deal of time trying not to let others drag me down into the K-hole of bitterness and anger. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t.
Today, I was attempting to explain my lack of team spirit to my boss. I mentioned since I’m not getting an annual raise, it’s difficult for me to want to go above and beyond. I do usually make an effort to try to make everyone’s job “smart, not hard”. And he said “oh, are we not getting raises this year?”, as if he wasn’t more in the know than me.
“No, I hit that lovely glass ceiling, my friend. I don’t get raises any more, because I have hit the top of my salary band. So every year, they give me a lump sum via $11 per paycheck, which is equal to 14 cents an hour.”
If that wouldn’t piss you off, please tell me what you do for a living. I’ve been in this field for 30 years this January, and for my experience in the multiple areas in the same field, a 14 cent an hour raise is just laughable. Why yes, I should have parlayed it into going to school, getting a degree, and being $100,000 in debt. Sure, I would be making almost three times what I am now, so I could pay off the debt faster, I guess.
And yes, this is the most first world problem on the face of the planet right now. I am fully aware of my privilege and I know that there are others who would kill for a job, much less a raise. I am considered an essential worker, so during this entire pandemic I have been working, and not getting a damn break. (Did I mention that I’m literally the only person at my employer who can do *my* job? As in, no one else is trained, and therefore I don’t get vacations like everyone else?)
I know this is a giant pity party for me me me, but I just needed to get this off my chest. I know there are people out there losing their houses, their cars, their livelihood. I promise not to whine about it any more, but today it just GOT to me. Thirty years of showing up, doing the damn thing, and making sure it was done right, and all I have to show for it at this point is new blood pressure medication and anxiety through the roof at points. It will all be alright tomorrow, provided I get a good night’s sleep tonight.