And I was victorious.
The sudden departure of my colleague left an urgent, gaping hole in our editorial team. If this was any other time, I would've left it as it is and continued working on my magazine.
But I recognized they needed the position filled. I recognized that both magazines were quartlies. I recognized that I finished my magazine in 3 weeks. I recognized I could take on one more. I recognized that finally, my rank (salary) can match my appointment.
And I did it.
I walked into office today and within minutes, my director buzzed me in. I was fully prepared for rejection, since my mum and Gabriel both agreed the risks of taking me on as a dual editor was too significant for him to ignore. I have my degree in July. I can't commit.
I walked in not expecting the best.
But his first beautiful words were, "We have decided to give you a raise."
And with that, I broke through the 2nd salary frontier of my career, evenly reaching a comfortable amount that nobody my age (unless they're in the military) even dreams about.
At the age of 23, I am a dual editor commanding a pay that falls just a silver below my mum, who is the assistant finance manager at her company.
I was so bloody happy. I smiled so stupidly the whole time from my office to Maison & Objet 2016. I told my mum about it but tried to withhold the news from Gabriel so that I could see his reaction live.
What a beautiful day.
I went around the office today asking everyone to sign our darling Jie-e's birthday card!
I think I'm pretty predictable. No matter which company I go to, I always insist on making a fuss for their birthday. It has to be a card and a cake, minimum. Every single day should be a celebration, and this is a legit celebration of life! All of 24 years!
Rest of the day was spent interacting with companies and trying to stay awake.
I was mega excited to meet Gabriel after work.
At first, I told him I would be drawing $2.8k for two magazines. He was outraged and kept trying to tell me to scrape the contract, saying my time isn't worth the measly increase. I played along looking miserable till he finally seemed so confused that I gave in and told him the correct amount.
To which he replied, "Damn. I should've taken the percentage offer."
The percentage offer came up when we were discussing the BTO procedure. He wanted me and him to split the downpayment 50-50. I said that wasn't fair because I brought home much less than he did and asked for a fairer arrangement, the salary percentage system.
He pointblank refused me and it actually upset me very badly because he knew precisely that I won't have enough for myself if I give in to the 50-50 system, while he'll have plenty of extra. But I shut my trap because there were some things he cannot fucking budge about, and this was one of them.
But now, I'm the one glad we're doing 50-50!
I tried to reinstate it anyway because I'm gonna have to take a pay cut when I start my degree, as I switch over to part time, but he stubbornly refused and clung onto the 50-50 like a dog with a bone. Talking about this pisses me off. Let's move on.
So anyway, we had ourselves a good meal because we pre-celebrate, celebrate, and post-celebration everything lolol.
We are mad lucky our Carousell joint account still sustains us. I think it has sustained us for almost 4 months straight now. We each haven't paid for a meal in almost 4 months. Everything comes out from the joint. THANK YOU, FORESIGHT!
We slept early and just as he fell asleep, my cramps kicked violently in and I started to cry and he woke up to get me water, rub my tummy with heated oil, and proceeded to softly hug me till I fell asleep. I finally fell into a content slumber in his arms.
And then he sneakily shoved me off and went to Dota lol all happy things come to an end.
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