I've been trying to mentally digest something for a few weeks and as of this moment, I'm not even past the chewing stage. Mental chewing.
One of my closet friends, that I've had for a LONG time, 25 years, shared her most recent raise with me.
We were sitting at the park, just hanging on a bench, chit chatting, like long time friends do, when she came out with the statement -
"My raise this year is $bleeeeepppp"
When I heard the number, I choked down a bit of spit and sat with that number in my head. Then I went home, and that's when the mental chewing began.
You see - her raise - her raise - is MORE THAN MY YEARLY TAKE HOME SALARY.
I don't mean to yell, but all this mental chewing has me out of sorts.
I know, I know, I picked this profession knowing the salary, but holy hell, when the scenario was presented as such, I mentally flipped, choked and wanted to barf.
What kind of world do we live in where a banker makes more than a teacher?
Don't you want your kids to have a kick ass teacher that rocks their universe into inspiration? You'll say, yes, you always do.
One of my closet friends, that I've had for a LONG time, 25 years, shared her most recent raise with me.
We were sitting at the park, just hanging on a bench, chit chatting, like long time friends do, when she came out with the statement -
"My raise this year is $bleeeeepppp"
When I heard the number, I choked down a bit of spit and sat with that number in my head. Then I went home, and that's when the mental chewing began.
You see - her raise - her raise - is MORE THAN MY YEARLY TAKE HOME SALARY.
I don't mean to yell, but all this mental chewing has me out of sorts.
I know, I know, I picked this profession knowing the salary, but holy hell, when the scenario was presented as such, I mentally flipped, choked and wanted to barf.
What kind of world do we live in where a banker makes more than a teacher?
Don't you want your kids to have a kick ass teacher that rocks their universe into inspiration? You'll say, yes, you always do.
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