Underpaid

Mom turned 50 yesterday. Liz and I met her at 6&34 for a drink. I ate a turkey sandwick on 2000 grain bread before I got there. They all had Tacos, and Liz had Chicken Strips and Fries. I ate two of her fries. Torture.

Last night I balanced our two checking accounts and reconciled 4 statements. Ick. Every time I do that it reminds me that I am a web designer with the pay of a McDonald's manager. It makes me realize that my employers owe me money and that I have been doing web design and other IT work worthy of $25 an hour for about half that. For over two years. And that for the first year I made less than 1/3 of what I should be making now. It makes me angry. It makes me realize that I need a raise. It makes me frustrated. It makes me want to cry. I know that I am valued. I am given loads of responsibility, but every time that I think of the way I am treated financially, it makes me feel like I am not valued and my attention to detail and ability to work independently are not even noticed.

That's about it for the day.