It was a full week of I’m not even sure what. We had a staff meeting in the morning where we talked about things that had come up in the previous meeting. The major thing was counselor pay rates and what could be done to get the counselors raises with the recent inflation and cost of living increases. I guess it’s been four years since anyone has had a raise. The financial position of the organization was described as “very healthy” and it was believed possible to ask for more money.

I don’t have much of an opinion on all of it. The words the director kept using were “valued” and “important” in terms of the counselors needing to feel those things and that the rate of pay was linked to those feelings. The situation does concern me, but it’s not from a stand point of not feeling valued. As I thought about it more it had more to do with not making mathematical sense. You can be there for seven hours one day and only get paid for three if you end up with two cancellations.

The other hours were lunch and supervision. But anyway I know every job has its problems. I would still rather be doing this than getting paid for every hour I was there at my nursing job working, plus every hour I’d be paid staying extra. In other words it’s much less stressful and I enjoy the work more, including the hours. I came home and rested before it was time for me to pack a bag and head out for our overnight time at the Inn again. I packed light and used my track mom bag again.