An overcast morning that by lunchtime has turned into driving rain and slate grey skies. Flat French slip-on shoes aren’t suited to this weather. So I change to trainers when I finally leave the office at 7pm.
Not a bad day when one stops to reflect. The UK MD paid a visit to thank me for 3 major – and successful – projects that reached fruition last week, all under my remit. This is good timing. The stars are in alignment as I up the ante for my pay rise request. They have just given me one. But it’s not enough. Not quite enough to help pay the massive rent that is required to live in a stuccoed (albeit bijou) period property in central London. So we’ll see. My boss, whom for a long time I had a strained relationship with – seems much more of an advocate now than in the early days. I guess it’s the halo effect. I’m over-performing, the feedback from the directorship has been excellent, she hired me, I’m one of her direct reports, etc. And she knows implicitly that I ‘have options’, that I get increasingly frustrated with the organisation and that I probably will leave if my expectations aren’t met in the medium term. If I leave it would look very bad as it would be on her watch. So perhaps they’ll play ball. I’m not asking for a great deal. But it would take me to the next milestone. And it isn’t simply a case of me being greedy. I’ve worked my butt off for this company and I want a bigger slice of the pie. Quid pro quo.
So, 3 flat viewings tomorrow evening. 3 price ranges. Worried I’ll really like the most expensive of the 3 but which is technically out of my price range (unless, that is, I were to get the pay rise) – but we’ll see.
You only live once.