This is how it goes down. I give the guys a handout showing the amount I’m asking for. When it comes time for that part of the meeting – I leave. I do NOT want to be there when they discuss it in case they want to say something that they wouldn’t if I were there. Besides - if I stayed - I'd be covered in hives and let's face it - that'd just be embarrassing.Then I wait. Until Rambo gets home and tells me what happened.
He came home literally only 10 minutes after me. He said it took seconds and they made a motion to approve. They said it was a “no-brainer”. My plant manager gave a reference from a very respected engineer for me. Blah blah blah.Motion approved. Rambo abstains from voting. I always wonder how it makes him feel to sit in a room and have a bunch of men talk about his wife and her pay. Ha! At least it’s been good talk so far.
Then the phone calls from the guys come.“Why didn’t you ask for more?”
“We would have given you double without even blinking.”And on and on. I grabbed a fork and shanked myself. I told Rambo that all the fun of getting a raise is gone knowing that I could have gotten double. Ha!
I’ll get over it. Next time though – I’m soooo aiming higher even when my brain keeps telling me that I’m already asking for a shitload. I have to get over asking for what I’m worth. I need to see my work for what it’s worth like the others do. I need to stop being afraid of appearing greedy.To me, I love the job and it’s super easy and fun so asking for a big raise seems wrong somehow. To be told that I should have asked for an even bigger one….well…that makes me want to shank myself like I said before. Twice actually. In the eyes.
Live and learn right? Live and learn.Now excuse me. I have some purse and shoe shopping to do.
I mean come on - what do you think I asked for a raise for anyway?