FINALLY.
I got the offer this week, at work. Took 'em long enough. I went into the meeting Monday thinking that, while I'd not likely get it, I'd start the salary negotiation high (about 20% more than I currently make), and work down to what I'm comfortable with. I had an arsenal of things to say to prove my worth:
- I was making more money [although not much more, enough to qualify as "more"] at my previous job, in which I did considerably less than I do here.
- Cost of living has gone up since my last job was phased out.
- I do more at this job than anyone else who's previously worked it.
- My job has expanded, even in the short time I've been here, and there's talk of it expanding more.
I tossed out the salary number, and my boss didn't even blink. It struck her as perfectly reasonable. Hot dog, thought I.
Then she tells me:
"I should tell you, though S___ might be resigning. She got an offer that yada-yada's her blah-blah (can't go into specifics, dear reader), and I thought you should know that."
S___ is my supervisor. Now, I like her, and we have a certain rapport I haven't had with previous supervisors, and we work well together. But, like I told my boss, "well, that can happen to anyone at any time, so..."
And besides, I gotta eat.
Anyhow, S___ did end up resigning. The next day, in fact. And, given the nature of her job, she had to leave that same day. Very awkward, all around. I was talking with out-of-the-loop folks in the office, and they were saying S___ was going to work on thus-and-so for this project, and how they'd sent her an email about -blah-. So, that was interesting. I helped her to her car with a bunch of boxes and bags and such and gave her a hug, and joked with her about how I'd peeked in the boss's office that morning, after her resignation and told her, "yeah, I'm gonna need more money." She inquired how much I'd settled on, salary-wise, and when I told her, she scoffed and said, "Oh, you could've gotten X [35% more than I'd been making]. Don't you stay at Y for too long."
And then I got a nice little bonus, on top of that, which I understand is pretty much par for the course.
Color me happy. Yes, it really sucks that my supervisor no longer works at my office. But, I got a nice raise, a bonus, and a promising future of more of the same. Plus, every day is jeans day, and I'm the DJ for DJ Friday today. :)
Other than that, I've been plotting and planning for the party next weekend. I don't know why I do it to myself, but I have a hard time throwing small parties. I've got a CD-swap thing going, then a pizza party, then a karaoke party. Insanity? Sure. Did I give myself plenty of time to clean up and prepare? Sure. Have I? Fuck no.
Also in the works is me dropping a ton of tech work. I stopped doing tech, pretty much across the board. Tonight is my last night doing tech for Improvised Shakespeare. I did it for about a year, and I found that Blaine was ignoring my email because he was "heartbroken". I almost wish last weekend had been my last, because it was nice to get the comment from Rachael Mason that I "pulled sweetness" on the lights last Friday. And it was a good night, lighting-wise. I'll miss doing the lights, but it'll mean I can take my Fridays and actually get out to *see* some shows, rather than just running the boards for them.
I haven't talked with the entire gang from Fugue in a while. I wanna clean up some financial nonsense and see if they're interested in remounting. I miss playing with them all. It was a special time, a special show, a special group, and even if we can capture the smallest iota of what we had, it's worth it to me.
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