sucks, treezy z.
because of an unfortunate situation with our CFO -- a great guy that had to retire early because of cancer -- we just now received our annual raises. retroactive only to the beginning of this month, but whatever. nonprofit sector. anyway, we were told the CFO puts performance measures go into some horribly complex formula, and out comes a raise that can't be anything more than a few percent, no matter how perfect our performance measures. our budget is a little less than last year's; the max possible raise this year is like 3 or 4 percent.
i got 8 percent. no formula. in so many words, "we hired you entry level and now you're too far away from what you could be making if you took another job. so, even though this isn't that, it puts it in sight, here, with us. please don't fucking leave." bittersweet. i mean, i'm literally making 8 percent more money than i was last pay period. that makes a difference. but this job is a huge source of stress and anxiety for me, and they're right to be afraid i'm going to leave. i'm flipping out because i'm underperforming because of anxiety, and then this. tears my brain into pieces.