for the first time in my entire life, i am going to ask for a raise. this is not sitting well with my creative, artistic soul. it’s making me feel all dirty all this thinking about and talking about money.
i feel like a hypocrit. well, i am a hypocrit a lot of the time (blame that on my gemininess)– but now i just feel really dirty. see, whenever i am in the early drafting stages of some propaganda campaign it’s always stuff like:
“if we can land a man on the moon, surely we can get you to buy our stuff.”
“just do it.”
“buy our stuff because we are greedy capitalist pig fuckers.”
“buy more stuff to pad my profit sharing check.”
see my point?
so here i am spending a vast majority of my time thinking about money and how i want to make more. my friendboy jeff tells me it’s the american way. but i still feel sorta icky about it.
i feel like i should be doing what i do for the love of words. for the joy it brings me to string words together. but then i got realistic. i am underpaid. i make 17K less than my coworker, who is my “equal.” i make 9K less than the lowest end of the current market value.
my idea and copy for our new product release announcement just happened to be one of the most successful campaigns we’ve ever launched on our trial users. my current spotlight campaign just happens to be the most profitable we’ve ever done.
i deserve a raise!
(yes this is still me trying to justify this all to myself)