I'm at work yesterday. My company unveiled its new Market-based compensation. So, it's me and my boss reviewing where I fall in this new pay structure. After describing all the scales and coding he finally gets to "where I fall". Needless to say, I was SCREWED!
My pay-band structure for my job title has dropped significantly and I am 42% higher than the max range. He then tells me it would be like 20-years before I get a raise. I'm sick, mad, and trying to get clarity on this whole thing.
So, I begin by saying...wait. I'm not classified correctly. He asks me to provide market research on the job I perform and the pay-scales so that he can take it back to HR. But, it could take a year before they make a change in my job description.
Anyway, feeling frustrated I walk out and discuss with my co-worker who also agrees I am not labeled correctly. Finally, I go home instead of the gym (mind you I had taken an hour class at lunch time) like I was going to do. I discuss with my family for the next 2.5 hours, but the whole time I'm telling my husband...I'm hungry. I was. I hadn't eaten since 2:30 and it's almost 7:15. We finally decide to get something to eat. That's where I REALLY did this.
We're at Hardees’s and I order a Steakburger without bread and a steak quesadilla (knowing I'll remove the shell). The dinner comes. I dive into the burger and only eat a 1/3 of it. I also scrape out the wedge of 1/3 of the quesadilla. I brought home all the leftovers. But why did I order this much?
On the way home I realize...I just ordered like I would post-surgery when I was upset or angry. WHAT THE HECK. I really did this. I never before realized I actually ate when I was upset. I am so GRATEFUL my sleeve kept me on track from all this emotional eating, and gave me the ability to see what I had done.
I'm at work yesterday. My company unveiled its new Market-based compensation. So, it's me and my boss reviewing where I fall in this new pay structure. After describing all the scales and coding he finally gets to "where I fall". Needless to say, I was SCREWED!
My pay-band structure for my job title has dropped significantly and I am 42% higher than the max range. He then tells me it would be like 20-years before I get a raise. I'm sick, mad, and trying to get clarity on this whole thing.
So, I begin by saying...wait. I'm not classified correctly. He asks me to provide market research on the job I perform and the pay-scales so that he can take it back to HR. But, it could take a year before they make a change in my job description.
Anyway, feeling frustrated I walk out and discuss with my co-worker who also agrees I am not labeled correctly. Finally, I go home instead of the gym (mind you I had taken an hour class at lunch time) like I was going to do. I discuss with my family for the next 2.5 hours, but the whole time I'm telling my husband...I'm hungry. I was. I hadn't eaten since 2:30 and it's almost 7:15. We finally decide to get something to eat. That's where I REALLY did this.
We're at Hardees’s and I order a Steakburger without bread and a steak quesadilla (knowing I'll remove the shell). The dinner comes. I dive into the burger and only eat a 1/3 of it. I also scrape out the wedge of 1/3 of the quesadilla. I brought home all the leftovers. But why did I order this much?
On the way home I realize...I just ordered like I would post-surgery when I was upset or angry. WHAT THE HECK. I really did this. I never before realized I actually ate when I was upset. I am so GRATEFUL my sleeve kept me on track from all this emotional eating, and gave me the ability to see what I had done.