Ah, windfalls! You gotta love 'em.
And perfect timing. I was ready for one.
This whole last month at work has been a little bit crazy, you see.
A brand new batch of little kids at the daycare, the perils of toilet-training(in all my ten years at my workplace there has never been so much POOH involved), toys flying through the air (both literally and as a metaphor for perceived chaos), ear-splitting shrieks of silliness and rage (the children not the grownups), and the general settling in that rears its head up again every September. (Last September I got smart and hid out on the Serengeti plains for awhile. Not a wee child in sight!)
On top of the general dizziness of September, rhere was a week of laryngitis and general miserableness from a flu bug (there is a shortage of subs so I always feel awfully guilty about taking sick time), and Sally Spider Girl was ready to tear her hair out! I caught myself waxing nostalgic over the good old days at my minimum wage video store job. I was obviously ready for something amazingly good and work-related.
Here it is: due to a perilous accounting error concerning the percentage of holiday pay on my paycheque, I discovered that I've been underpaid for the last four years or so and I have been assured that I will have a BACKPAY cheque coming my way by the end of the month for nearly two thousand dollars!
O frabjous day! Calloo! Callay! *Spider Girl chortled in her joy*
This is the first year in ages I have NOT gone on an international trip and I've always taken my holiday pay in one lump sum--I simply never noticed or looked for an error. But this year I took my three weeks separately to spread out the rest and relaxation over the whole summer--a week in June, one in July, and one in August. And I couldn't help but notice how VERY little they were paying me for the final week. Like, er, almost nothing.
Hey, I know I'm not in the childcare profession for the money but, AHEM!
Now, when I first found out about this error, I didn't count it as a windfall. I was a bit miffed actually. Grumpy. Unsettled. Disbelieving. Peeved. If I'd quit this job and moved on to another any time in the last few years, it is quite likely I'd never have known about that lost money.
Ignorance is not necessarily bliss. Grr.
But I've decided now to look on the matter as GOOD news and move breyond the petty annoyance phase into the HEY AN EXTRA COUPLE GRAND phase. After all, most likely this would have been money already spent otherwise...
It's going to very neatly cover one of the plane tickets to Italy we'll be shelling out for soon, and then some.
I'm thinking maybe a trip to Home Depot to look at the kitchen renovation aisle...