I just logged on to my work pc to discover that for some reason the database isn’t available for remote access. I wanted to spend the evening working on a few bits and pieces to ease me back into work mode ready fir tomorrow. Now I’m going to spend the morning doing the work I planned to do during
Last weekend my boss told me I was being given a pay increase. It is a very good increase and takes me into a salary bracket that I had set myself as a goal to achieve by the end of 2010. I can tick one thing off my Future Five list already and it feels good.
The fact that I got a pay increase is exceptional because, bearing in mind the recession and current financial climate, increases just aren’t happening in my company. I am happy… very happy… to have been recognised and rewarded in this way.
I am not greedy… I am not lazy and I certainly do not expect to have things handed to me on a platter. I work very hard and care passionately about what I do which… compared to a lot of the people I work with… is extraordinary.
I didn’t say anything about my pay increase to anyone but my daughter and brother, who are both over the moon for me. I even stopped myself from mentioning it here on Tumblr for fear of talking about the salary taboo and being construed as crass.
The salary I receive is… I’m guessing… at the lower end of the scale when it comes to salaries on Tumblr but yanno what… I don’t care… I’m pleased with my extra £4k a year. Also… and this is important to me… it is the first pay rise in 10 years that I have actually gained from. Prior to this July, when Hannah was 18, I received “benefit” from the gov’t because I was a single parent. It has been that way for the last 10 years and… every time I received an increase in pay… my benefit would go down. This time… Hannah is 18 and working herself. I lose nothing… because I don’t get benefits anymore anyway. This increase actually takes me over what I was getting last year with benefit.
When Hannah was growing up I was often told that I would actually be better off if I didn’t work. My benefits would have been higher and I could have lived the life of riley off the back of the state… but that’s just not what I wanted to do with my life.
I live a normal life… like millions of other people. I tackle each day as it opens before me. I don’t make big plans or set unachievable goals but I consider myself to be realistic about my life and what I can expect from it. I’m not going to win the lottery… I’m not talented enough to be paid mega bucks… I’m not going to marry a millionaire who is going to spoil me and my daughter. I’m normal… and my life is too.
I’m just going to work bloody hard and hope that every now and then someone recognises what I do and appreciates it… and what is so wrong with that? What is so wrong with accepting what you have… accepting that there really is… very little you can do about it… and just getting on with it to the best of your ability?
Society makes me feel guilty about this acceptance of my lot in life. It’s almost as though I am some kind of idiot because I don’t have huge goals or aspirations.
My goal… for next year… is to visit New York with my daughter. That’s it… that’s the only goal for next year. To make my daughter happy and take her back to New York and give her the time of HER life… because as a Mother that’s all I want to do… make sure my daughter is having the best time possible.
I love my quiet little life… don’t make me feel guilty about it.
A woman over 40 will never wake you in the middle of the night and ask,
‘What are you thinking?’ She doesn’t care what you think. If a woman
over 40 doesn’t want to watch the game, she doesn’t sit around whining
about it. She does something she wants to do, and it’s usually more
interesting. Women over 40 are dignified. They seldom have a
screaming match with you at the opera or in the middle of an expensive
restaurant. Of course, if you deserve it, they won’t hesitate to shoot
you if they think they can get away with it. Older women are generous
with praise, often undeserved. They know what it’s like to be
unappreciated. Women get psychic as they age. You never have to
confess your sins to a woman over 40. Once you get past a wrinkle or
two, a woman over 40 is far sexier than her younger counterpart. Older
women are forthright and honest. They’ll tell you right off you are a
jerk if you are acting like one. You don’t ever have to wonder where
you stand with her. For every stunning, smart, well-coiffed, hot woman
over 40, there is a bald, paunchy relic in yellow pants making a fool
of himself with some 22-year old waitress.
For all those men who say, ‘Why buy the cow when you can get the milk
for free?’ here’s an update for you.Nowadays 80% of women are
against marriage. Why? Because women realize it’s not worth buying an
entire pig just to get a little sausage!
Yesterday, I unwillingly went to the New Moon premiere. Right as the movie was about to end my friend runs up to the screen and screams " I'm really happy for you New Moon and I'm gonna let you finish but Harry Potter was the best movie of all time" and then ran through the emergency exit. New Best Friend Ever. MLIA
Something else I love about this hotel I’d the swim I.m going to enjoy tomorrow morning to shake off the hangover I roll no doubt have die to the awesome barman who knows how to pour decent measures of southern comfort and glayva… Ioght be drunk right now and pleased about the auto text thingy on he iPhone
So exhausted because of work I skipped Tumblr for a day and look what I missed. Biteofpythias proposed to bagcoffee… Zach K had the most action I’ve ever seen (11,000 + reblogs & likes) and topherchris threatened us with Harry Potter & Twitlight.