This morning I asked at work, if I were to get a raise, when might it be and how much might it be.
The possibility of a raise comes with my annual review, which will be at the end of August. And in general, and depending on the review, the budget for raises is ….. 2%.
Okay. I make eleven bucks an hour. By the time you take out insurance, HSA (health savings account), 401(k) contribution, and taxes, I’m coming home with about five dollars an hour.
And let’s see, 2% of $11.00 is a whopping 22 cents. That’s basically an extra $440, a year. So, instead of $22,000 annually, I’ll be at $22,440. Gross. Not net. Net would be about half that.
Great. Just great.
Am I crazy?
I keep looking at apartment and house listings. Generally they start around $600. You do the math.
Somehow I’m not seeing this happen.
Why can’t I figure out somehow to just be content where I am and forget about leaving?
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This morning, before she left for school and I left for work, my daughter and I actually talked for a couple of minutes while we each ate breakfast. She said, if it was just us, we could eat breakfast together every day before we left for school and work. As it is, she eats her meals in her room to avoid him.
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And on top of it all, I think I am having “hormonal fluctuation issues” that come with peri-menopause. Just what I needed. I let him drive me crazy for all these years and, now, when I trying not to be crazy, my own body is turning on me and making me crazy.
I think I just can’t win.
Anyhow, at least I have an appointment tomorrow afternoon to go talk to Julie, the therapist. Maybe she can help me calm down and breath.