This afternoon the two managers came upstairs to my work space, saying they want to have a talk with me. I was pretty worried it was going to be something bad.
They told me they want to expand my role, train me on the computer inventory software, among other things. Since I’m going to have more responsibility, they will pay me a little more, getting a dollar per hour raise.
Good for you. That’s always nice. About a year ago the city I work in raised their minimum wage to $16.00 an hour.
Here’s my job:
Pink Floyd
Time Lyrics
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.