Suzi that's a ridiculous justification--we can't promote you because you don't already make enough money?!? Either you're doing the work or you're not, come ON.
Thank you. Or, ya know, give me the full raise that gets me there. Both my boss and his boss feel I qualify for the next grade level. But it sounds like I'll get 5% for now when I'm like 14% below where "I need to be". It is crap like this that makes me feel like looking elsewhere. But work is helping to pay for school and just got me fully set-up for teleworking. But arrrgggggggg.
Oh, that's ridiculously frustrating! And if you left and came back, you'd completely make up the difference because you'd be a new hire. It's all bullshit. I'm sorry you have to deal with it, Suzi.
Timelies all!
I can be a messy eater at times, but I can't think of any food I only eat at home because of it.
(Of course, having a small child ups the "messy eater" ante a bit.)
I prefer to eat whole lobsters at home because it is ridiculously messy.
I don't eat messy food in public. I have enough trouble with regular food ending up on the boob shelf. And white shirts? Never.
I'm having a day. There's a happy hour to welcome us to our new building, so I just stood up at my desk and announced to some coworkers, "Oh, I should get a beer so I don't kill anyone." A coworker responded, "I fear for my personal safety right now."
Both my boss and his boss feel I qualify for the next grade level.
Sounds like the company had a rule about how big of raises they can give people.
My whole morning was a pile of shit, but I semi turned it around in the afternoon and then I left promptly to give blood. So now I have smug self-satisfaction.
Man, I am slow on the uptake. It finally dawned on me that the little girl I'd increasingly been seeing in an acquaintance's fb photos late this summer is not in fact a new summertime friend, but one of her 7 year old twins transitioning to a feminine id. Took the first day of school photo. "Wait, where's the other...OH!'
Aw. I wonder what's up with the child of family friends who has had long hair for years and recently started going by an androgynous name rather than their given male name, but who knows!
As I was saying goodbye and walking out the door my cow-orker asked if I'd read the email she sent moments before. No, I pointedly did not read it because I know you well enough to realize an email popping up in my inbox a minute before I shut everything down for the day is going to be some laborious procedure you should have notified me about hours ago. If it was important enough to require me to stay late tonight, it was important enough to walk yourself over to my desk during business hours instead of firing off a last-minute email when you heard my keys jingling. Seeya!
A Japanese friend told me that people in Japan eat sushi with their hands, and he thought it was weird that Americans ate it with chopsticks.
