After an all-staff announcement that pay-raises are on the way, my supervisor informs me that I will receive a modest raise. While it won’t make me a millionaire, about $100/month is nothing to sneeze at. I feel quite pleased with my good fortune.
After discussing the aforementioned raises with my co-workers, I discover that everyone who has worked there longer than I have, including my dear co-worker who started a month before I did, all received a raise of about 2½ times the raise I received (I started work 14 days after the “seniority cutoff”). Suddenly, I feel really crummy about my paycheck.
I get together with some good friends in the evening the day of the raise debacle. I discuss my two reactions with a couple of people, noting that had I not known about my co-workers’ raises, I would be nothing but happy. Notably, the two friends I was talking with are either unemployed or vastly under-employed (i.e. working part-time retail when he’d like to be using his degree). At this point, simply having a decent job (not to mention the benefits) feels pretty darn good.