2004-06-11 - 5:42 p.m.

Much has been going on at work, starting with this: we got a new big boss, a woman. I will sum her up in two words: fashion victim. She is in her early to mid forties, single, and full up of herself. Kind of Sex @nd The C1ty, but without the Sex. You know my office is purposely, ridiculously casual. My summer non-appointment day attire is jeans, a tee shirt, and flip flops. She, however, feels it necessary not only to dress head to toe in designer labels, but to TELL US ALL ABOUT IT. And she's not even up front about it, either - she tries to casually drop it into the conversation: when one of our big clients cancelled a meeting, she said, " And I got all dressed for him, too! I am going to call him up and tell him, " I am wearing Arm@ni for you, Bill! How dare you not show up?" Puh-leeze. She then goes on to say that she put the dress on that morning, and was wondering what shoes to wear, and she said to herself, I wonder what's in that M@n0l0 box? And lo and behold, I found these, I had forgotten all about them!

First of all, why is she trying to impress me? I'm her UNDERLING, so it stand to reason that I'd already be impressed on a professional level. (That's not the case, but it does stand to reason. Ha. ) And secondly, the only thing she's impressing upon me is the fact that I must be severly underpaid if she wears $3000 outfits every day.

Anyway, today the fashion victim sits me down and offers me the promotion I've known was coming for months now. She gives me her little canned spiel, and then looks at me expectantly. So I say well, thank you, I'm very excited about the opportunity, I'm ready for it, and I think we'll make a great team. (big fat lie - I'll want to kill her in two weeks, max.) And then I ask about the money. And par for the course, they want to increase my workload and my responsibility, and barely any money. They'll review me in 6 months and then up it further. To still below market value. Deb called me later to discuss it and she said that FV was a little surprised that I wasn't happy with the money.

I realize I'm fortunate to have the job, I really do. And I know there are not many other companies in my industry that's I'd be happier at. But you know what? I'm TIRED of being taken advantage of. Tired of being undervalued. If I had a penis I can guarantee you it would have been higher. Guarantee. But it's not even about that - it's the fact that they will try to get over on you at every single turn. Review me in 6 months - give me a fucking break. It ain't exactly a big corporation, with rules and protocol. I've been proving myself to them every day for the past two and a half years, and they know it. And Miss $4000 jacket is SURPRISED to hear that I'm not happy with the screwing.

So I'm going to take the weekend and think about it - I can stay exactly where I am, for not much less, so I'm not exactly sure what my motivation is supposed to be. Oh, yeah, the title. Last I heard, titles don't get you any real estate.

Ok, I feel better now. Off to the bookstore.

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