Be paid abundantly for doing what I love

This is starting to feel like a bad joke…

I got half of what I asked for.

This is not abundance.

Then again, this is my day job, and not the thing I love most...

Well, this dovetails nicely with another goal of mine.

Turns out the boss, who is notorious for not answering emails and not giving raises, cheating his employees out of as much money as possible and lying his face off at every opportunity, actually has a legitimate excuse this time. Very legitimate. Apparently, over the holidays, he was involved in a hideous skiing accident. Shattered both his legs and crushed a couple vertebrae in his lower back. He’s had two operations and nearly died.

Gee, I certainly don’t feel crappy for bad mouthing him.

What do you do when a real jerk has something awful happen to him? You can’t even dislike him properly anymore. Then again, he was probably drunk… How sorry can/do I have to feel for someone like this?

added later: Oh, stupid question. He’s exists. I feel bad for him. Nobody deserves awful things. I’m rotten at disliking people.

Sent him a final email, the gist of which was give me a raise or I’m outta here. I’m the reason he’s gotten a lot of his recent contracts. What a shyster! What a two-bit operation! Even if he says yes, I should start looking for another job. Just the idea that my slave labour is funding another of his spa vacations when I can’t even afford a haircut—AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!

No, he hasn’t actually gotten back to me about this now mythic bid for a raise—nothing as unbelievable as that! The development is more along the lines of increased information obtained from the frustrated secretary.

The punchline is that he doesn’t even live in this country anymore! (That would certainly explain his excessive absences.) So he is commuting between two countries—three days here, four days there. That must be costing him a fortune. The fortune he should be paying his staff. Well, unless a miracle happens, it looks like I might be forced to get a new job. (Ugh!) This guy is obviously never going to get his act together.

Still trying to squeeze that raise out of the boss. It’s like pulling teeth via the wrong end of the horse.

Negotiatiating for a raise is exhausting. I think he’s trying to drag it out until I retire. (30 years from now)

You’d think I was asking for a million dollars instead of 3 (per hour.) And I’m only part-time. This is mere pocket change for Mr. Spa!

Three is hardly abundant, but where I’m at, it will make a considerable difference.

The negotiation may take a little while… I hope I end up with a reasonable amount. I’m so tired of always struggling to pay the bills. Ugh.

If the raise thing doesn’t work, I still have some good plans for the new year.

Asked my boss for a raise. By email, since he panics if you try to talk to him in person. So far, the silence of the tomb.

If nothing amazing happens in this department – as in: “Please take €400 more an hour and paid vacation.” – I have many plans for this goal.