Why I have royally screwed the economy
I lost a $20 tonight, which, ya know, is really like $200 to a college kid. Yeah, pure gold... just... gone. The really sad part is, I'm not really even sure if I actually lost it, or if I even got it in the first place.
No I'm not a hooker complaining about my rate.
I babysat. And usually, I get paid REALLY well by this family. So maybe they just didn't pay me REALLY well tonight (if this is the case, then they paid me REALLY badly). Or maybe they forgot to throw in that other $20. Or maybe I freakin lost the damn thing. gah.
This is terrible. I'm complaining about money. There are people who would kill to have an extra dollar. I deserve to be shot.
Maybe I did loose it, and maybe somebody who really needed it (for more than just gas) found it. That would make me feel much better. Or maybe I lost it, and it got washed away in the sewers of San Antonio, never to be seen again. I could have just caused the devalueing (not real sure what that word means) of a piece of american gold, completely disrupting the economy, and perhaps the entire international monetary system. Damn it. I really deserve to be shot.
This wouldn't be the first time. Once, I dropped an entire piggy bank's worth of pennies down the toilet. No joke. I can't really remember why I had my piggy bank anywhere near a toilet, but I do remember it happening, and I do remember the sick feeling I got - both the guilt of loosing money, and the disgust that it was in a toilet. Ironic. The very symbol of american value was lost in the place where we leave our crap.
It's almost 1 in the morning. I'm going nowhere with this. If you actually read this whole thing, I am sorry. There's no exciting end or really any point to this.
No I'm not a hooker complaining about my rate.
I babysat. And usually, I get paid REALLY well by this family. So maybe they just didn't pay me REALLY well tonight (if this is the case, then they paid me REALLY badly). Or maybe they forgot to throw in that other $20. Or maybe I freakin lost the damn thing. gah.
This is terrible. I'm complaining about money. There are people who would kill to have an extra dollar. I deserve to be shot.
Maybe I did loose it, and maybe somebody who really needed it (for more than just gas) found it. That would make me feel much better. Or maybe I lost it, and it got washed away in the sewers of San Antonio, never to be seen again. I could have just caused the devalueing (not real sure what that word means) of a piece of american gold, completely disrupting the economy, and perhaps the entire international monetary system. Damn it. I really deserve to be shot.
This wouldn't be the first time. Once, I dropped an entire piggy bank's worth of pennies down the toilet. No joke. I can't really remember why I had my piggy bank anywhere near a toilet, but I do remember it happening, and I do remember the sick feeling I got - both the guilt of loosing money, and the disgust that it was in a toilet. Ironic. The very symbol of american value was lost in the place where we leave our crap.
It's almost 1 in the morning. I'm going nowhere with this. If you actually read this whole thing, I am sorry. There's no exciting end or really any point to this.