Out of range

I never know how to answer. I feel as if I sell myself short. But it is a funny time. And by funny I don’t mean Ha Ha.

I’m referring to the dreaded salary question. I never know how to answer. Sure, I’ve had the urge to ask for six hundred thousand million dollars in the hopes that they would talk me down to four hundred thousand million trillion, but that is too risky and so not me.

Once, I successfully negotiated an extra week of vacation – that I was never able to use. After that, I never tried again.

I have, conversely, asked the question of potential employees. The answer is always the same: the candidate you want is too expensive, the one you can afford is halfway qualified and the one that will make your CFO crack a smile is, well, an intern…

One way or another they are all out of range.

Published by Mari

I was born with a widow's peak and a thick accent. I majored in English as a second language. I work (marianeladearmas.com) and travel (alittlecubangoesalongway.com) and sometimes do both.

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