If the Boss wanted me to be so grateful that I’d work even harder, then he did the right thing by giving me a raise. I’m glad he came up with the idea, because I have a hard time asking. I’m always afraid he’ll call me out on the fact that I don’t do everything he asks at the moment he wants it. I’d kind of like to keep things that way, in fact, but it’s not worth turning down the extra money to be able to ignore him when I feel like it.
Since it’s been nearly three years since my last raise, he can’t exactly say it’s not warranted. Just having lasted that much longer with him is worth some kind of prize. He’d like to think it’s its own reward, the fact that he lets me get away with so much. In a sense, I agree. The flexible hours and lack of direct supervision give me the breathing space that money can’t buy.
Well, money can buy flexibility and autonomy, but the amount it would take to satisfy me is more than I’ll ever make unless I strike oil and go Republican. We all know that’s not likely to happen.
It’s the prime perk of my job, though. Even with the new and improved salary, the money isn’t what keeps me around. Potential lack of money keeps me here, but that’s not exactly the same thing. What I really like is that I can take breaks to read or nap during the day, knowing I’ll be able to get my work done on what I laughingly call “my own time.” |