Don't put yourself on sale

It's Monday morning and I'm off to my new job. Excited, a little nervous but determined to 'get er done'. The resort is beautiful, people are friendly and it's very very warm.


After about 2 hours of a very diligent individual showing me how to clean, after all, I'm 56 and guess I don't know how, my patience is getting tested. (I know, you're thinking, some people don't know how to clean at 56 or ever). Anyway, it is very reminiscent of working with my sister who also was very diligent about cleaning at the hotel she no longer owns. That wasn't the best time we ever spent together, right sis??? Love ya,

After about 4 hours as the salty sweat is burning my eyes as it runs down my face I'm thinking, "why am I doing this for $7.15 an hour?" Is it financially feasible to drive 30 miles with the price of gas climbing?


I'm sweating like an olympic athlete, getting down on my hands and knees to scrub the floor, not to mention the toilet (yuk, there's something about unknown peoples toileting habits that's kind of scary - oh, with no gloves provided), up and down steps about 100 times and no breaks except for 1/2 hour lunch.

Then to top it all off I find out that from now on I need to arrive early in order to drive yet another mile to park my car and then be shuttled in and wait for the shuttle at the end of the day also.

I'm in the car driving home with the air blaring at me and wishing I had my stack of resumes with me because I would stop at every business along the way and drop one off.

Home at last. I turn on the computer and it is open to where I left off reading "Women and Money." by Suze Orman. The words "you are to never put yourself on sale again" jumped out of that screen an almost knocked my on my butt. That wouldn't have been good because as much as I was hurting and as tired as I was I probably wouldn't have been able to get up.

Not only had I put myself on sale, I think I had been green tagged. In retail, that's the last price tag before the merchandise is destroyed or sent back, even less than clearance.

I vowed right then and there to call in the am and let them know I was not for sale and certainly not on the clearance rack and wasn't interested in being destroyed. (i was very gracious, told them I was physically unable to do the work, after all I'm not 25 anymore)

Today's lesson: Value who you are, ask for what you're worth not what others are telling you that you're worth and don't settle for less. Stop putting yourselves on the clearance rack, you deserve more.

Have a good week!!

Katie's tonic for today