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Do you want the good news or the bad news.

I was at lunch and when I returned my coworker was not at her desk. That was not unsuall but all the secretaries were also not at their desk. I came into the office and log on to get the incoming calls.

L, returns to her desk and tell me to log off. The director comes in behind her.
" Do you want the good news or the bad news?"

"Good news"

" You all still have your jobs and the weather is beautiful today." at this point he proceeds to talk about how beautiful the day is.

"Bad news"

" No raises in June , increase in cost of benefits in January , there will be raises in January but not higher than 2%."

I just look at him. He say " Hey Directors like R have to take a pay cut!"

I don't care about R. No pay raise in June but and increase in cost of benefits is like a pay cut in January. Unless the increase in the cost of benefit is the same as the possible increase in pay of 2% in January. But you must do well on your review to get the 2% increase in pay.

So if our rent increases we will have to move. Our lease is up in September so I will be putting aside the extra money we will need to secure a new place to live. In the mean time I will start downsizing what stuff we have so we can get by on less. I will also get rid of all the extra stuff that we have. If it is not being used it will have to go.

What does L say? " Praise and thanks to God I still have a job."

Yes thanks I have a job, not a career just a job.

Comments

Anonymous said…
I'm sorry, but in this case I do have to agree with L...We will make the same till January...but think of it this way IF we didn't have our jobs we would only be making 60% on unemployment...

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