Crawling My Way to the Top

Today marked a milestone in my stealthy (some might say even anonymous), careful (read: mind-numbingly slow), well-thought-out (or, perhaps, haphazard), catapult (okay, leisurely stroll) to the top (or thereabouts) of Tinseltown: I got a promotion. Only a few years in the making, I'm now a fully-functioning exec-level employee of my world-dominating movie studio, complete with a dee-luxe cubicle in the sky-eye-eye. Alright, I've already had the cubicle for a while, but now I've got the title and the raise to go with it.

The good news is it was very generous. The not-so-good news is it's about a grand less than I was making when I left New York. The other good news is I was starting from scratch when I got here and I'm back up to my old salary in less than half the time it took to make it the first time. The other not-so-good news… well, really there's not any other not-so-good news. It's a good deal, it's fair recognition, I enjoy the job. No, it's not where I'd like to be, but it's better than where I've been.

I'm still a drone, but now I'm a drone with the tiniest bit of caché. To paraphrase a woman I once knew, "That and $4.45 will get you a grande iced mocha light with malt and whipped cream". But now I can slightly more easily afford the grande iced mocha light.