It would be tempting to say that my sudden willingness to work overtime is part of a New Year’s Resolution to make more money. Truth be told, I’m obliged to work at least four hours of overtime during the first two weeks of January since this is the time of year where all those new insurance policies are entered and activated.
Thank goodness, I’d already figured out how to increase the pleasantness of my work environment, including listening to podcasts, music, audiobooks and streaming standup comedians. All of that truly helped after the second 3-day weekend in a row, the interactive platform cut up as if it had partied too hard over the weekend. Nonetheless, one of the benefits of being an employee meant I still got paid for doing as much work as I could.
A few weeks ago, I’d wished that a full-time day was only 6.5 hours. Although I’d still love that, three days out of five, that extra hour felt like a breeze. Those other two days…seemed like no matter whether I stood up, the pain on my left side (of course it’s always the left side!), just wouldn’t calm down.
On those days, I reminded myself that I was an hour of overtime closer to financial freedom. If that didn’t work, I thought of a restaurant I’d ordered from on Friday. Food, the ol’ standby incentive.
The downside of working an extra hour meant that I had an hour less of creative time. Once again, I had to work on editing my podcast on the weekends. At least that doesn’t have a deadline.
I had been looking forward to another 3-day weekend in honor of MLK Day. Yet, we were notified that we’d receive holiday pay (double) plus OT (time and a half) pay if we worked. Now by my algebraic calculations, that would be 3.5 times my regular pay, but my supervisor stated it was 2.5. Either way, that would put me closer to financial freedom. Certainly that has to be a part of MLK’s dream.