Wednesday, December 5, 2012

the Elf on the Shelf

If you have kids, I highly suggest getting the Elf on the Shelf.  I love seeing parents' pictures on Facebook.  You get an Elf (boy or girl) and then name him/her.  Every night, the parent finds a new place to hide the Elf.  In the morning, the kid(s) have to find the Elf.  But, they can't touch him.  Some people on Twitter have recently said the Elf is creepy.  I think he's cute.  Maybe I can get one for Ameyla.

I've Lost My Balls Somewhere.

I would think I would consider myself an adult by now after having moved out of my parents' house when I was 18 to live with my sister, and then moving into my own apartment when I was probably 22 or 23.  Well, I take that back -- or some of it.  I do consider myself an adult when it comes to taking care of my responsibilities, paying bills, being able to come and go without having to ask for permission, etc.  But, when it comes to my self worth, I definitely low-ball myself.

I've been a paralegal since 2001 when I graduated college.  I'm also 33 years old.  I'm not a new college graduate who's still in my early 20's.  I've been in my profession for 11 years now.  Over the course of the past few years while I've been trying to get back on my feet after being let go from not one, but two jobs, I definitely underestimate myself when it comes to what I'm worth. 

Salary wise, I'm making somewhere in between what I was making at Hunt Suedhoff and Burt Blee which was between 2002 - 2005.  I realize when I started the job I'm at now, it was on a temporary basis and making what I was offered was better than being on unemployment.  I've been at my job now two years this month.  I have more responsibility here and am more busy than at any other paralegal job I've had.

Getting back to my point, I forget that I'm worth more than what I'm making.  That I have graduated college with a bachelor's degree and have worked in my field for 11 years now.  I have been applying for jobs elsewhere and the question always asked is how much do you want to make.  I find myself putting a lower salary.  I think I do it because I'm worried that the employer will think I'm bat-shit crazy and not call me for an interview. 

One of my biggest peeves is people who can't get their balls out of their pocket and stand up for themselves.  And, that is exactly what I am doing.  I'm outspoken in pretty much every other aspect of my life (now whether that's good or bad, is neither here nor there).

Hopefully, soon, I'll be able to find my balls (hopefully, they're purple) and stand up for what I'm really worth. 

Until then, happy hunting.