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It had been two years since I had gotten a raise, and in the meantime, I had received three outstanding reviews. Because of my high rating, I was supposed to get a 6 percent increase. But at the last moment, corporate decided that across the board, all employees with a rating higher than 1 would only get 1 percent. I had a 4, the top rating. My raise was the exactly the same as the "average" rating.
Here is what my raise amounted to on my paycheck. It was enough to buy one gallon of gas every two weeks. That's it.
I was bitterly disappointed, and letdown, and I posted about it on DU. I was quite surprised at the reaction of so many who said I was lucky to have a job at all in this economy and that I should be grateful for my 1 gallon of gas every 2 weeks. I was shocked by those who said that one percent was better than nothing. No it isn't. 1% pretty much IS nothing.
The epic unemployment problem is a disaster, no doubt. My heart absolutely goes out to all who are caught in it, and this includes my 33-year-old son who is a 99er, who believe me, I help as much as I possibly can.
But here is the cold cruelty of the workplace right now. One person is doing the job of two or three. Raises are non-existent, but health-care costs keep going up. We are asked to work harder and faster. At my age, 55, I dare not complain. I'd never find another job in this environment, so I'm trapped with what I have. I'm fortunate in one way, for I like what I do, and I love my boss and he appreciates the hard work I do, but I do feel like I am a slave to the corporation.
So I look at all of the protesters, teachers, nurses, janitors and the thought that they are lucky to have jobs does not cross my mind at all. Nor should it.
But it did get me thinking about how many folks told me that I should have been happy because I'm still employed. At this point, I'm just hoping that I'll get to retire before I'm 80 or die first.
See? What corporations expect us to do is shrug it off and smile and keep working till we can't anymore. And to just shut up. And to say "Oh THANK YOU!" for our one gallon of gas every two weeks. I drive an efficient car and fill up every two weeks. That one gallon of gas lets me drive to work (not round trip, just one way) for one day. Crumbs. That's what they give us, crumbs.
I am not grateful. I'm glad the Wisconsin state workers aren't grateful either.
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