the moneyeth cometh
Just in time for holidays...My 'September pay review' letter came today...came...as in..was handed to me by my boss. It was on Coloured Headed Paper...this shows how well we are doing as a company. oh how I wish we still had black and white paper and I had a bigger rise.
It said all the usual:
We're fab, we're doing fab, thank you guys (and girl)
Yup..I got my very own bracketed bit, wow.
So, the upshot is that I get a 50p per hour raise. From the 3rd October (Way to go, September pay review >_<). Anyway, it's what I expected. Everyone else got 30p raise.
so fuck you Gary because I got more raise than you did you sorry arsehole
Did I say that out loud?
Anyway, I'm pleased that they've acknowledged that I've come a long ways since my last raise, and this is just enough money to keep me paying my rent and tax and not going into the red. I was really worried that I'd get 30p and that wouldn't be enough.
AND on top of that we got a £200 bonus. Which is sadly taxed, but still, it's spending money for Canada - reckon after tax it's worth around £158 or so.
Gary threw all his toys out of the pram this afternoon (which involved actually throwing two sheets of durbar across the shop). Then he found out about the raise and threw all his toys again. His exact words: 'Well 30p is worth less to me than it is to you'
Me: Err...no, it's a smaller percentage of your current pay...but 30p is worth 30p to anyone...
(this was before he discovered that I actually got 50p)
Him: No, I should get more because I'm paid more.
Me: You're talking about percentage raises, which is irrelevant because we don't have them...if we did then you'd get richer and richer whilst I barely changed rate, and the gulf would keep increasing, giving us no hope of ever being well paid...
Him: ::storms off in a huff, still whinging::
Fool.
Anyway, everyone else was happy with what they got. The mood of the 'shop was quite upbeat this avo. Apart from cunt-face.
He also moaned because 'I'm never allowed to be part of the banter'...hmm. Does one need permission to be 'aprt of the banter'? Or..does one merely need a personality above that of a cunt.
Sorry, over-use of the c-word. Apologies to anyone who finds it offensive.
I went and had coffee as a celebration. Then got stuck in Borders because of Major Police Incident, so drank more coffee.
The Major Police Incident is the fecking Labour Party conference (that's the gov't, folks ;) ) Which is causing chaos and means I can't walk home along the seafront because it's now got more armed police guarding it than the frickin' queen. It sucks and I wish they'd all PISS OFF. And the helicopters...and the warships patrolling off our beaches. Just GO AWAY. Go and have your little coffee morning some other place, numbnuts.
I also bought me and Jojo Travel Journals for Canada, which I'm obscenly excited about starting.
Woot.
It said all the usual:
We're fab, we're doing fab, thank you guys (and girl)
Yup..I got my very own bracketed bit, wow.
So, the upshot is that I get a 50p per hour raise. From the 3rd October (Way to go, September pay review >_<). Anyway, it's what I expected. Everyone else got 30p raise.
so fuck you Gary because I got more raise than you did you sorry arsehole
Did I say that out loud?
Anyway, I'm pleased that they've acknowledged that I've come a long ways since my last raise, and this is just enough money to keep me paying my rent and tax and not going into the red. I was really worried that I'd get 30p and that wouldn't be enough.
AND on top of that we got a £200 bonus. Which is sadly taxed, but still, it's spending money for Canada - reckon after tax it's worth around £158 or so.
Gary threw all his toys out of the pram this afternoon (which involved actually throwing two sheets of durbar across the shop). Then he found out about the raise and threw all his toys again. His exact words: 'Well 30p is worth less to me than it is to you'
Me: Err...no, it's a smaller percentage of your current pay...but 30p is worth 30p to anyone...
(this was before he discovered that I actually got 50p)
Him: No, I should get more because I'm paid more.
Me: You're talking about percentage raises, which is irrelevant because we don't have them...if we did then you'd get richer and richer whilst I barely changed rate, and the gulf would keep increasing, giving us no hope of ever being well paid...
Him: ::storms off in a huff, still whinging::
Fool.
Anyway, everyone else was happy with what they got. The mood of the 'shop was quite upbeat this avo. Apart from cunt-face.
He also moaned because 'I'm never allowed to be part of the banter'...hmm. Does one need permission to be 'aprt of the banter'? Or..does one merely need a personality above that of a cunt.
Sorry, over-use of the c-word. Apologies to anyone who finds it offensive.
I went and had coffee as a celebration. Then got stuck in Borders because of Major Police Incident, so drank more coffee.
The Major Police Incident is the fecking Labour Party conference (that's the gov't, folks ;) ) Which is causing chaos and means I can't walk home along the seafront because it's now got more armed police guarding it than the frickin' queen. It sucks and I wish they'd all PISS OFF. And the helicopters...and the warships patrolling off our beaches. Just GO AWAY. Go and have your little coffee morning some other place, numbnuts.
I also bought me and Jojo Travel Journals for Canada, which I'm obscenly excited about starting.
Woot.