Random irritations

I also have my nose out of joint. It's sort of a running issue with me right now, what with this whole domicile discombobulation of discontent. But today I was essentially told that I wasn't worth the salary I get paid. (Ouch.) And it came from someone very close to me, who I would have expected to understand just what it takes to do my job. I was told that negotiating a higher salary at my next job would make me "arrogant" (her exact words--ouch, again) and is unreasonable to expect, and that I should be lucky to be getting what I'm getting paid--which is the exactly the same as it was $10 years ago when I started in this specialty). Which, for my field, is pretty much laughable wages. Not that I expect to get rich in this profession, but it can be a very lucrative field for those who "it." Apparently, I don't fall into that category.

The irony of this situation is that I recently gave a lecture to my class about how our work is our work, it is not us... we take our work so incredibly personally and we shouldn't. Blah, blah, blah. Here I am now getting my universal come-uppance I guess and being given an opportunity to walk my talk and not take the criticism of my work personally.

To add to my cloud of cosmic despondancy, I heard on the radio that WICKED! San Francisco is closing. I'm very sad.