Originally Posted by L'Incandescent
I was hired at the same time as the colleague in question. He initially made more money than I did. But it quickly became apparent that I was doing a lot of work of high quality, so the chair of my department advocated for me and got my salary equal to my colleague's, just as a matter of fairness. What I found out yesterday is that I was never in fact brought equal to my colleague. He's not making a ton more than me, but it's really the principle of the thing.
this blows, brother. I think it's high time you do something about it. like maybe cutting the brake line of your colleague's vehicle. or putting a bucket of ted drewe's on top of his office door.
Originally Posted by Piobaire
I would much rather work and be happy with my life than retire and live like a pauper. This seems to be the goal of a majority of people (including my sibs who are mainly much older than me) where I grew up. My sister and her husband retired when he was 60 and she was 58. They sit around in their small shack of a house in a little town and spend an hour each day rolling their own smokes. They dress like shit (well, that's nothing new as they always dressed like shit) and drive a 15 year old Ford pickup. If they go out it's to the local Legion on fish fry night or something like that. Their annual vacation is to drive said pickup to Florida and live in a shitty motel for three weeks every winter.
I could go on with more examples but you get the idea.
this. I don't mind working at all. I've always go by the idea that I hire people to worry and stress about problems for me anyway, and as long as I earn enough and get enough vacation time (which I do not enjoy atm) then I don't see myself sitting at home fixing my 15 year old Ford pickup.
Originally Posted by lawyerdad
I am indeed a Dance Dad. For local stuff, it's not that bad. I get a ridiculous amount of props for showing up regularly and being involved, just because dads who show up regularly are the minority. And at least at the studio where my daughter dances, the moms - while perhaps not who I otherwise would choose to hang out with - are not nearly as bad as the ones on the reality shows. Some of them are actually perfectly nice people.
The out-of-town stuff is more of a drag, especially since my daughter is now old enough that men are (appropriately) excluded from the dressing rooms, so I am hanging around but largely useless because I can't really help with hair/make-up/costumes, etc. But it's still important to her for me to be accessible, so it's not like I can drop her off and then go spend the day reading and maintaining a nice buzz by the pool. It can feel pretty claustrophobic, and the feeling of entire days being completely pissed away drives me nuts. (Of course, they aren't really
being pissed away - they are being spent showing up for my daughter, so big picture there's no more important or productive way to spend them. But small picture immediate-experiencewise, it's a lot of standing around in air-conditioned, flourescent-lit hotel ballrooms or hallways, hovering near electrical outlets so my phone battery doesn't crap out and leave me music-less halfway through the day, thinking about how much work and/or fun stuff I otherwise could be getting done.
man I honestly feel for you, ld. you're a great dad.
damn this stock market. few days of recovery and it all crumbles down in one swoop. I am the poorz again dammit!
oh, and I've been meaning to watch superman since last weekend. and the wife has begged off for different reasons several times. she's not much into movies, but I asked her and she said yes so I'm sorta committed to watch it with her instead of me planning to watch it with friends. women.