All because I had a baby.
Rock on friends.
If you aren’t aware of the confrontation skills it takes to deal with the kitchen staff during a dinner rush, count your lucky stars. Servers are skilled at pushing their points in a short, succinct fashion.
They prey on the ambitious young female in their midst.
Last week The New York Times, generally a leading media voice on progressive matters, published an article titled ‘Moving Past Gender Barriers to Negotiate a Raise’.
As a newbie in the workforce, I try to appear as non-pretentious as possible. Seriously.
No high fives or fist bumps in middle school. “Safety reasons and makes people feel left out”
Pinterest has a delusional way of making you feel motivated and accomplished, all while only flexing the tiny muscles in your pointer finger and thumb.
The thing is, as the hiring manager, I fully expect to have to negotiate salary. The first number I come in with is generally lower that what I’m willing to pay. I start low, expect them to counter and keep my mouth shut if they don’t. Why wouldn’t I do this for myself?
This post-doughnut aftermath is grim. It’s not in my job description, but the rest of this workday will be spent curled up in the backseat of my car, sobbing and trying to avoid catching my reflection in the rearview mirror.