It was probably not a good day to cut my own hair, but I did it anyway. I have a little nervous energy running through my body at the moment. Two weeks ago my husband was offered a salary at work. Of course we understand that going salary has many worth while benefits, including, I think, better health benefits but the amount they offered was $2,000 less (a year) than what he is already making. Now, if he stays hourly he receives the same raise that everyone receives every year. It's almost a dollar more an hour. BUT if he agrees to go salary, he takes a $2,000 cut. This means that getting the same raise every year that he usually gets, starting next year, it would take him two years to get back to what he is making right now. Nobody in their right mind would accept that offer. It was ridiculous. He turned it down.
Today, however, the Vice President of the company is driving three hours to visit this branch. It has been made clear that his first order of business is to talk to my husband. The words "persuasion" and "dangling carrot" were tossed around a lot last week. And I'm nervous. My husband gets along well with the Vicey and he doesn't mind talking to him at all, but how could we possibly know what he will say or how hairy this meeting will get. With so much up in the air right now, I should never have taken the clippers to the back of my head, but I did and I think I will be wearing a hat for the next week. Luckily my hair grows faster than, apparently, my husband's pay does.
Crazy hat day anyone?
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