Maybe I’m being selfish. Maybe I’m being a dick. I don’t know, maybe I should be greatfull for the way I’ve been treated at this point.

Or maybe I set myself up for dissappointment. Visions of what we thought we deserved, or at least the rock bottom of what we would actually get.

I’m talking, of course about, our bonuses.

Is it the fact that we stay later than everyone else? Maybe. We don’t knock eachother over at 4:30 like the sheep do. How about the fact that we are now responsible to show up earlier than everyone else to open up? Possibly. More responsibility, longer hours, and of course, salaried employees.

All these things into consideration, you can imagine how shocked I was when I found out that we got a smaller bonus than everyone else. The warehouse staff (some deservably so), Ken and myself all got half of what the rest of the company got as a Christmas bonus.

Is it a good bonus? It’s not bad. Is it less than what we expected? Sure. Did we think we’d get totally fucking jammed, and get half then the people that we repeatadly outshine on a daily basis? THE THOUGHT NEVER CROSSED OUR MINDS.

Ken and I are in the same boat now. Left wondering. Why. Why did we get screwed on our bonus? It doesn’t make sense. It just doesn’t make sense.