ok, so i got a huge raise and i got a glowing review. my bossboss (the one i love) was marvelous and said things about me that made me want to cry and blush out of sheer humility. it was great.

but i have this magic number my head. making this number, i’ve decided, will mean i’m successful. that i am wonderful and well-paid and so on. do i need to make that? probably not. i do just fine now, without the raise. hell a couple of weeks i was bragging about being able to donate money. but for some reason i hold this number as the key to success.

why is it that we (read i) put so much importance on how much i make. does it make me a better person? no. does it change who i am? no. will it keep me warm at night? no. so really, i don’t know what my problem is.

the sister club thoroughly chastised me for my petty ungratefulness, and deservedly so. i guess in these trying economic times i should be happy that i have a job that i love, working with people i adore.

right?