10%

We have been given a 10% paycut at work. Because of the economy.

Because things are tough all around.

Because.

Because if we hadn't, they would have had to lay off four people.

Today, I am thinking about what that 10% means to me. To each of us.

It's not so much, really. Just over a hundred dollars per paycheck.

But that money? That was our "going out to dinner" money. Our "let's go see a movie".

Our "oh shit the car needs to be fixed."



Our Valentines Day.



Our dryer.

Our rainy day fund.

Our morning coffee.

And I'm happy to give it up, to make sure that the people around me have jobs, and so do I. I'm invested in this company. In making sure that we all keep going.

But I want to be sure the company is invested back in me. I'm busting my butt to get it back, and then some.

To them, it's just 10%. Just for a few months. But to me, it's a lot.