Base Salary

Base Salary

Writing about my $26,000 salary triggered a memory. Or maybe I’m still not over it. At Andersen, we sat in cubicles, in pairs. It was an odd arrangement because it put two people in one cube. Yes, we had our own desks and file drawers, but there was no privacy. One...
No Regrets

No Regrets

I left Minnesota and the financial aid office behind when I accepted an internship, followed by a full-time position at Arthur Andersen in Chicagoland. The job was a prize. Yes, because it was a plum position for an instructional design graduate but also, because my...
“My Son Needs Your Help”

“My Son Needs Your Help”

I loved May in the financial aid office, not just for the weather that didn’t yet require air conditioning the building didn’t have, but because it was the slowest month of the year. The school’s fiscal year was July through June. July was the start of the financial...

That’s Not How We Do Things, plus a Freebie!

I had been a financial aid counselor for only a few months when the manager of the bullpen had a disagreement with his boss and stormed out of the office, never to return. After three days, a colleague and I were named the temporary co-managers of the bullpen. We were...
“We Need a Short-Term Loan”

“We Need a Short-Term Loan”

Because my goal was to get promoted from secretary to financial aid counselor, I decided to dress like what I wanted to be, instead of what I was. Only secretaries wore sweaters. The sweaters had to go. After I’d saved enough money to go shopping, that’s what I did....
Nothing For Us Without Us

Nothing For Us Without Us

I started this series to counterweight how my brain tends to work, ruminating over failures and forgetting successes. Because last week’s post reminded me of an important lesson learned in that role, I’d like to go there. ‘Susan’ and I were the two secretaries in the...
Jule Kucera