WHY IT TOOK AN "ARE YOU OK?" EMAIL FROM ADAM TO GET ME TO POST
Yeah. Life around here? Crazy.
I'm a fairly busy person (Hello? SAHM of three on line four? Yeah, you sound a bit frazzled. HEY! LADY! PUT DOWN THE CHOCOLATE ICING AND NO ONE WILL GET HURT! Geez. Somebody call the cops.) and what do fairly busy people do when they're, you know, fairly busy?
Well, yeah, nap. DUH. What else?
Said people take on a job.
Do you remember that proposal the Ty-man had to write? The proposal that took over two months and much gnashing of teeth? Yeah. We should be hearing from the customer aaaaaaany second now. What's interesting about this contract is that if and when (Must. Think. Positive!) we are awarded it, we have to be able to hit the ground running with twelve new employees. These people have to be hired with the knowledge that, yeah, this is a six year contract (Woo hoo!) that we don't yet have and if we don't get it (Grrrr...), well hey, you got paid for two whole weeks, what's your beef?
Ty-man came home from work two weeks ago fuming. It's gonna cost me $90,000 for a head-hunting service to post these jobs and pre-screen the applicants! And what if we don't get the contract?!? That $90,000 our company wouldn't have to spare!
I blinked a few times and half-jokingly noted, Heh. I work for cheap. Pay me Montessori pre-school tuition for three kids and I'm your Girl Friday!
Ty-man took that half-joking statement, slept on it, and hired me.
Wow. It does pay to be cheap.
So, not to worry. I didn't run off to Bonaire (yet) or get arrested (yet). I'm just a working girl with not much time on her hands. And the moral of this story?
Don't work for cheap unless you're bored. Or insane.
Hey, Ty-man? About that raise...