I was recently promoted at work and in the midst of all the congratulations and “hey let’s celebrate” and “lunch is on you next time” all I could think to myself is where da cash at???
I’ve never been that great at negotiating salaries but I’ve only had two jobs since college. I sometimes want to kick myself for not changing jobs every two years like a true millennial.
In the midst of my salary negotiations, I felt so misunderstood.
- Have I been a faithful employee? Yep, been here almost 7 years.
- Have I worked my ass off? Yep, but that’s how I’ve always rolled #workaholicforlife
- Don’t I deserve to be paid accordingly? Umm, yeah.
Instead, I had to go through a series of frustrating conversations trying to justify why I should be paid more. Eventually, I settled because my life is a life right now and I just didn’t have the energy for the debate.
However, I let the bitterness fester for almost a week.
It wasn’t until a particularly rough day that I said “girl, why are you even trippin?”
My current career is awesome enough. I love being an advertising junkie and I really love working with my coworkers.
But, but, but, I’M A WRITER.
Who has time to walk around pissed when I’ve gained and continue to gain ALL types of experience that I will be able to implement in my writing career. Because of my promotion, I’m no longer bogged down with filling out a time card or having anyone clock my comings and goings #score. I also live for the project management aspects of my new role.
And forreal, I was trippin off of the principle of the matter. Even though I felt I deserved more of an increase, I did get a cute enough increase. The work easily could have been dumped in my lap with no type of compensation at all.
I also know that at the end of the day, I and I alone control my future.
Part of me was so adamant about receiving a specific salary because I’m at the point where I know I want to have a child in the next year or so.
I have a lil stash that I’ve been saving because when I have my kids, I don’t want to work in an office. I want to stay home and raise my babies and write.
If I had gotten the salary I wanted, I would’ve put off starting a family and neglected my writing career.
There’s always a blessing in the midst of it all. I just had to wait for it.
Now, I can walk around carefree and truly happy, writing until my fingers cramp.
And, I can wake up in the mornings and sing “ U catch my gal legs open betta smash that…don’t be surprised if she ask where da cash at?” #owwww *dances*