Nov 24 2013
Nov 24 2013
Nov 20 2013
Working as a contractor after being salaried sort of sucks.
When I was offered the option to discuss contracting at my new job, they basically said “name your terms”–not in a “we’ll do whatever you want we’re desperate to have you” way but in a “say what you think and we’ll see if that sounds reasonable” way. Which, for the record, is terrifying. Ask for too little and get screwed. Ask for too much and get dumped.
I did a balancing act. Current salary, the salary if I were working for new company full time, how that all works out hourly, how many days I’d be screwed into not making any money thanks to mandatory holidays and discretionary vacations, what it’s worth to have no benefits, cost of commuting, etc. Obviously I’m in better shape than many people when it comes to switching from salary to contracting because I’m married and my husband’s job has benefits. But it’s still something to consider in the calculations.
After sitting down with the numbers, doing some extra crunching, talking to Pete, and so forth, I came up with a basic hourly number that I’d like. I then added a little bit to it because, why not? if they say no I should still get the number I came up with, but not too much to make it unreasonable. If they say yes, I win.
They said yes. Immediately. With no discussion.
Nothing makes a girl stop breathing and think “MOTHER FUCKER I SHOULD HAVE ASKED FOR MORE MONEY” like an immediate “sure we’ll pay you that” does. But you can’t hardly be all “you pay me $X” and when they say yes turn around and go “just kidding, YOU PAY ME $X+3!” I found out later (much later) that the number I’d popped up with was the amount they were authorized for. Who knows if I could have gotten more with some negotiating, but I didn’t under-value myself. Phew.
To be honest, my main concern was things like Thanksgiving. Am I going to go broke right in time for the holidays because I’m required to make only 60% of my weekly pay right at the end of November? Because I’ve done that before. And that sucks.
Of course, the other gamble here is that if they do end up being able to give me a full-time position, I’d take a paycut. Sort of. I’d get paid time off–a good amount of it–but if I didn’t go salaried and only took off mandatory holidays and maybe 4ish other days, it would be a cut in terms of what I’d make in a year. That’s hardly ideal. Is job security and vacation time and some benefits worth that?
There’s never really a good answer, is there. As the all-knowing Princess of Pop says, you better work, bitch. All you can do is try and make the best choice available and hope it works out eventually.
Nov 06 2013
Illinois is technically my home, but I don’t necessarily consider myself an Illinoisan (? Illinoiyan? Illini? Illinoiyer?)–I’m from Michigan. I will probably always be from Michigan, even though I am now also from Chicago. Chicago is apparently technically located in Illinois, but Illinois doesn’t have much impact on me- the city is too big and too all-encompassing for other things to matter. Sure, I have Illinois licenses to drive and practice but otherwise, meh. I’m a Spartan; I support the Tigers, the Red Wings, and generally speaking the Lions and Pistons–never the other teams living in this city. Moving is a strange cultural experience, but when you go somewhere where the vast majority of your social circle is also Michigan transplants, it works out quite well though you remain insulated from the new state.
That said, I’m pretty damn happy to be living in Illinois right now. Last night, SB10 (The Religious Freedom and Marriage Fairness Act) passed and is now waiting on Governor Quinn’s signature. Yes, it’s still fucking ridiculous beyond belief that the only way marriage equality can be passed these days is by also “guaranteeing” that no religious order will have to solemnize marriages they don’t want to. Yes, this damn thing should have passed months ago. Yes, Governor Quinn should have signed the damn thing last night as soon as he got his hands on it rather than waiting for a fancy photo op and some souvenir pens. But it passed, and I am proud and happy and relieved and all of the good things that go along with progress.
15th (16th if you count DC) out of 50 or 51 or 52 (DC? PR?) isn’t all that impressive, but it’s better than 17th or 20th or 49th. Rock over Illinois.
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