I got some bad news at work today.
Short version: During the past six months or so, I've taken on a lot of extra responsibilities. It's significantly increased my workload.
Well, this week was review time. And I just got the news: a piddly--barely-cost-of-living--raise.
After taxes, I end up making an extra diddly-squat each paycheck.
It's even more insulting because they claim to be "happy" with my work, and there was nothing negative in my review.
I am not very good at negotiating, and I don't like making waves at work. (Probably one of the reasons I get my ass handed to me.)
Fortunately, this news does not make me want to eat a bunch of junk food.
Unfortunately, it makes me want to drink a bottle of wine and smoke a pack of cigarettes.
I'm wavering between screaming and crying, and I am not normally the kind of person that freaks about stuff like this.
But I just feel as if I've been slapped.