Well, I'm in an odd mood. This morning it was announced that we'd FINALLY be up for raises this year, after 2 years on a salary freeze. I know, woo-hoo, right? Then my hopes were brought back to earth after learning that the average projected salary raise this year would be in the neighborhood of 2%. If that were the case for me, I'd get enough extra per month for the two of us to go to a moderately-priced restaurant.
To make things even more disappointing, and to get around to the title of this entry, a veteran of the staff got the axe today. What the fuck? This was right after a cheerful announcement about what a great year we'd had. Just drives home the point that nothing's good enough. There's no loyalty here, no compassion or second chances. All they're interested in here is how much money you can make for them. Slip just a bit and make them almost miss a payment on the Mercedes and you're out on your ass.
So what should be a happy day has become another spike in the stress-o-meter. Every time this kind of shit gets pulled around here, it just adds to the teeth-grinding anxiety. When a staff member has been here over a decade and gets the boot, what does that say about my own job security? It says, keep your head down and look busy, fool! And pray for that lotto jackpot!
This serves as a stabbing reminder of how unpredictable and unreliable a hired position can be, and only fuels the flames of my desire to grab that brass ring, hit the jackpot, and bail the fuck out. What is the divine, cosmic reason behind why I have as of yet not had my greatest desire in life fulfilled, and have instead been left to tread water in this gray cubicle? Meanwhile, those who do win the lottery are always common, tasteless people in fly-over states who end up getting scammed out of all their winnings by scheming relatives and televangelists. The world just ain't fair, I tells ya.
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