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end of the year bonus
Feb. 11th, 2004 10:54 pmWhy it's called an end of the year bonus and review if it's not taken care of until two months into the next year I haven't the faintest idea. That's a lame thing to complain about, but there it is. I've known plenty of companies who actually handled reviews and bonuses at the end of December/beginning of January, so I feel inclined to be cranky about it.
Anyhow, I get a raise that gives me a couple hundred more this year. Yay. I get a nice bonus, way more than I've earned at anything since my PCO days. Sadly something close to half of it will probably be taken out by taxes. I hate that. Still, it will pay a lot of bills. Feel strangley puzzled by the fact that Alan's bonus is slighty larger than mine, but my pay is going up a little more than his. I'm not even going to try and figure out the science of this office.
That obnoxious girl who upset me so much on Friday was made a senior map analyst AND employee of the month. It ticks me off severely, as I have to frequently interact with her because of the extra work like accountabilities meetings and such. She is one of those false, sugary sweet individuals with big eyes and a perky voice. Blonde, petite and oh so enthusiastic about everything! I'd like to club her to death, like the videos you see of seal poachers. There's something so clearly rotten at the core.
I should really find an envelope and file the tax returns.
There's so much hostility and and weird emotion mixed in head right now. It's hard to even figure out what is from what, and maybe that's why I'm sleeping so late these days. But I go from being tired and sad to wanting to swing a keyboard and hit someone in the head. If I could only channel more of that into my writing...
On a lighter note I recieved a box of books in the mail today. A brand new copy of The Simarillion, Coraline by Gaiman, The Dark Knight Returns by Frank Miller and The Silver Wolf by Alice Borchardt. I like getting books in the mail.
edit
One of my headphones died. So I have music still in the right ear, but it's all off. Ergh. Doom.
Anyhow, I get a raise that gives me a couple hundred more this year. Yay. I get a nice bonus, way more than I've earned at anything since my PCO days. Sadly something close to half of it will probably be taken out by taxes. I hate that. Still, it will pay a lot of bills. Feel strangley puzzled by the fact that Alan's bonus is slighty larger than mine, but my pay is going up a little more than his. I'm not even going to try and figure out the science of this office.
That obnoxious girl who upset me so much on Friday was made a senior map analyst AND employee of the month. It ticks me off severely, as I have to frequently interact with her because of the extra work like accountabilities meetings and such. She is one of those false, sugary sweet individuals with big eyes and a perky voice. Blonde, petite and oh so enthusiastic about everything! I'd like to club her to death, like the videos you see of seal poachers. There's something so clearly rotten at the core.
I should really find an envelope and file the tax returns.
There's so much hostility and and weird emotion mixed in head right now. It's hard to even figure out what is from what, and maybe that's why I'm sleeping so late these days. But I go from being tired and sad to wanting to swing a keyboard and hit someone in the head. If I could only channel more of that into my writing...
On a lighter note I recieved a box of books in the mail today. A brand new copy of The Simarillion, Coraline by Gaiman, The Dark Knight Returns by Frank Miller and The Silver Wolf by Alice Borchardt. I like getting books in the mail.
edit
One of my headphones died. So I have music still in the right ear, but it's all off. Ergh. Doom.