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Well, so much for virtual guarantee ...
I'm not getting the Assistant Director of Sports Information job. Apparently, there's this school policy where if you go from one job within the university to another, you can only get a pay raise equal to 10 percent of what you made in your previous job. Since my current position only pays me $17,000 a year (and no pay raise this year, thanks to the economic tank job), the new position would bump me up to ... roughly $18,700.
If that seems rather pointless, that's because it is.
Maurice said there is no way he would ever ask me to take a job with such a large workload (Assistant SID here handles the media requirements of seven sports, including media guides, press releases, statistical upkeep and frequent travel) on such low pay. If this office is to have an Assistant SID again, things are either going to have to improve to the point where the school can relax its pay raise policy for me (which Maurice and the school's athletic director have been fighting hard for the past month and a half), or they'll have to hire an outsider (and we see how well that worked last time ...).
I really wanted this job. Not just because of the massive pay raise (though that would've helped with my expenses tremendously and finally allowed me to get quality health insurance), but because it would've represented the idea that all my hard work here over the past year and five months hasn't all been for nothing. To work my ass off for so little money ... it makes me feel kinda unappreciated, even with this latest development. I know my two most immediate supervisors appreciate me -- considering how hard they fought to get me the same salary Ebonee had -- but to be told no because of some stupid, half-thought-out school policy is ... way to make me feel wanted, guys.
I'll keep writing freelance newspaper stories whenever I can, because that's extra cash, and I guess I can see if there's any programs that can help low-income people find healthcare, but ... what the hell? Whatever happened to the idea that if you work your ass off and show initiative that it'll be rewarded? Whatever happened to advancing yourself through solid work ethic and trustworthiness?
One of the most petty, immature and irresponsible people I ever met spent a year making $11,000 more than me in a job she absolutely hated, treating everyone with disrespect along the way, and she gets to walk away and prance along to graduate school. Me? I keep my head down, do my work, take the high road every chance I get, and the minute I think I might be getting somewhere, I'm told I have to keep my crap salary that's barely keeping my head above water right now.
What the hell kind of message does that send?
Whatever ... I'd love to walk away, but I can't. Even though my paychecks are the size of mouse droppings, at least I have something. Hopeless as it might seem right now, I guess I'll start looking for something. Should Hell freeze over and I find something, I'm gone. Should Hell freeze over and they decide to give me the raise and the position after all, I'll take it.
But fuck it all. What the hell does a decent, hard-working guy have to do around here ...?
Well, so much for virtual guarantee ...
I'm not getting the Assistant Director of Sports Information job. Apparently, there's this school policy where if you go from one job within the university to another, you can only get a pay raise equal to 10 percent of what you made in your previous job. Since my current position only pays me $17,000 a year (and no pay raise this year, thanks to the economic tank job), the new position would bump me up to ... roughly $18,700.
If that seems rather pointless, that's because it is.
Maurice said there is no way he would ever ask me to take a job with such a large workload (Assistant SID here handles the media requirements of seven sports, including media guides, press releases, statistical upkeep and frequent travel) on such low pay. If this office is to have an Assistant SID again, things are either going to have to improve to the point where the school can relax its pay raise policy for me (which Maurice and the school's athletic director have been fighting hard for the past month and a half), or they'll have to hire an outsider (and we see how well that worked last time ...).
I really wanted this job. Not just because of the massive pay raise (though that would've helped with my expenses tremendously and finally allowed me to get quality health insurance), but because it would've represented the idea that all my hard work here over the past year and five months hasn't all been for nothing. To work my ass off for so little money ... it makes me feel kinda unappreciated, even with this latest development. I know my two most immediate supervisors appreciate me -- considering how hard they fought to get me the same salary Ebonee had -- but to be told no because of some stupid, half-thought-out school policy is ... way to make me feel wanted, guys.
I'll keep writing freelance newspaper stories whenever I can, because that's extra cash, and I guess I can see if there's any programs that can help low-income people find healthcare, but ... what the hell? Whatever happened to the idea that if you work your ass off and show initiative that it'll be rewarded? Whatever happened to advancing yourself through solid work ethic and trustworthiness?
One of the most petty, immature and irresponsible people I ever met spent a year making $11,000 more than me in a job she absolutely hated, treating everyone with disrespect along the way, and she gets to walk away and prance along to graduate school. Me? I keep my head down, do my work, take the high road every chance I get, and the minute I think I might be getting somewhere, I'm told I have to keep my crap salary that's barely keeping my head above water right now.
What the hell kind of message does that send?
Whatever ... I'd love to walk away, but I can't. Even though my paychecks are the size of mouse droppings, at least I have something. Hopeless as it might seem right now, I guess I'll start looking for something. Should Hell freeze over and I find something, I'm gone. Should Hell freeze over and they decide to give me the raise and the position after all, I'll take it.
But fuck it all. What the hell does a decent, hard-working guy have to do around here ...?