For me, there comes a point in every workplace situation where I go “Ok. I’m done.” Sometimes it comes after a few weeks. Sometimes it comes after a few years.
Is it a personal flaw? Do I have commitment issues? A pathological need for constant stimulation combined with recognition? Or am I just incapable of standing still?
Who knows. I’ve come to the point in my lifecycle where I’ve almost accepted it as “just the way I am”. But always ALWAYS the point comes. Once it happens, it’s a matter of deciding what to do.
Do I keep putting up and hope that things will magically change?
Do I see what I can do to change things up internally?
Or do I look elsewhere?
I’ve slowly worked my way through the first and second options over the past 18 months (being sleep-deprived, I had not the energy to put myself out there at a new place) and still, as the Stones would yodel, satisfaction has not entirely been forthcoming.
I could gripe in detail but basically it comes down to payscale.
There. I said it.
For some reason, I feel slightly grubby for wanting to be paid more. I don’t know why that is. But I think I’m worth more.
And I’ve done my damnedest to prove worthy enough to be paid above a basic admin wage. But I guess that glass ceiling is going to haunt me here because people (and when I say ‘people’ I mean those at the top) don’t think of me as anything more.
I know things in NZ are different to Australia. I understand now why poverty is so visible here – the pay to cost of living ratio is so out of whack, it’s ridiculous.
I get paid $20k less here than I would in Australia and houses cost about 30% more (no bullshit. A 3 bedroom shithole here will put you back the same amount as a 5 bedroom refurbished Queenslander in the seaside suburb of Wynnum. I know because I’ve looked.)
But still, I have degrees and diplomas. I have a wealth of knowledge and the skill and tenacity to keep adding to that. I am conscientious and hardworking and relatively easy to get along with.
I am worth more.
So Option 3 it is.