A victory of a small sort, re my last post (half an hour ago):
I checked my e-mail, and HR agreed to raise their offer to me.
By fifteen cents.
But a victory of a LARGE sort in that I am very proud of myself for negotiating at all.
I feel like the love-child of Shirley Schmidt (who wouldn't settle for less than $1 million) and Stuart Smalley v (who couldn't ask for 15 cents without massive anxiety).
I'm going to sleep on it, but I'm pretty sure I'm going
to accept. The job is only 20 hours/week, so I can gain experience and still work at the convention center (which pays me $1 more per hour) as well as volunteer at the thrift store, if I'm not too tired.
Oh, hey, the sun has set--it's Rosh Hashanah, the beginning of the new year!
Begin as you mean to go on.
I checked my e-mail, and HR agreed to raise their offer to me.
By fifteen cents.
But a victory of a LARGE sort in that I am very proud of myself for negotiating at all.
I feel like the love-child of Shirley Schmidt (who wouldn't settle for less than $1 million) and Stuart Smalley v (who couldn't ask for 15 cents without massive anxiety).
The act of asking and then getting a positive response, even
if the financial difference is piffling, assuages my wounded pride (my "sulk and feel bad" side).
I know that a huge part of resentment, which is one of my biggest emotional bugbears, comes from powerlessness---or, rather, from feeling powerless.
Often I don't know if I've got power or not because I don't even try to affect change. So trying in itself is a wonderful thing. A real victory.
Oh, hey, the sun has set--it's Rosh Hashanah, the beginning of the new year!
Begin as you mean to go on.
