Times are Tough

We had our company Christmas party on Friday. Long time readers will recall that this is usually a big bash. Well, not this year. It was located at the development clubhouse of the owner's son. While a very nice clubhouse, it is still a development clubhouse. The crowd was smaller; the food was not as good. No full bar, just beer and wine. I found it interesting that the owners and their families had suites at the place where we usually have the party. They weren't shy about talking about how they had a party bus that was taking them back there.
This being the end of the year, we are doing our annual switching-of-the-medical-coverage. Filling out the forms reminded me of how long I've been at this company and how long it's been since I got a raise. I understand it was a rough year, but I am ridiculously underpaid. Fortunately, Mrs Schwartz was cornered by the owner's wife, who asked her how things are going. Mrs S explained to her that I love my job, but we're having a hard time making ends meet. Let's see how effective the power behind the throne can be.
Currently, Mrs Schwartz' cold has returned. She is moaning in misery on the couch.