I think I’m being bribed

My none-too-subtle attempts at finding a new job must have finally been overheard by Stepzilla.

Phrases like:

• “I heard back about that interview!”

• “Oh! You want to see pictures of that house I’m looking at in Ohio?”

• “I met with my realtor yesterday.”

• “Hey! I found a job for a Graphic Designer in Columbus!”

And subtle hints like:

• Leaving my resume and cover letter on my desk,

• Having Careerbuilder on my screen while I go for lunch,

• Printing job postings and accidentally leaving them on the printer,

have finally made their way through the deafening shrieks of Stepzilla’s own personal praise to herself and into her tiny little reservoir of panic.

I was expecting my annual increase to be comparable to last year’s. What I got was an increase smaller than last years, a 2k salary adjustment, and a 1.5k bonus.

I’m sure that ICE didn’t WANT to give me a 2k salary adjustment (so that I’d actually be in the market average for the position) and they surely wouldn’t have given me the bonus if they knew about the adjustment.

So, Stepzilla has finally realized that my looks of dire hate, annoyance, and finger-gun to the head are not going away any time soon. Not that this will keep me around much longer. I still can’t stand my boss and all the money in the world won’t make her disappear. Well, maybe some money would make her disappear—into a lake.