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Ugh rich people ugh
ETA: Sorry for being obscure. Just visited a local country club for an interview. Drove past homes literally worth millions of dollars. Completely failed to comprehend the desire to own a home worth millions of dollars--or to be a member of a country club.
I had a fit of giggles as I drove by them though. It brought a tear to my ( Read more... )
ETA: Sorry for being obscure. Just visited a local country club for an interview. Drove past homes literally worth millions of dollars. Completely failed to comprehend the desire to own a home worth millions of dollars--or to be a member of a country club.
I had a fit of giggles as I drove by them though. It brought a tear to my ( Read more... )
The job ad I responded to was for locker room attendant, though one of the ladies was going on about 'front desk persona' or whatever. But I'm a little worried because I can't see how I could work there and get past my deep-seated loathing of the well-off. Or that I'd want to. If anything it'd probably make it worse. What if they hire me? Aieee!
They probably won't though. I think I met the...whoever the person in charge of the place is and she fits the word 'battleaxe' to a T. So I don't know, maybe my spotty work history will keep me out of it. I mean I should probably want the job but dear god, rich people. Eurgh.
'Little yip dogs.' Heh. I admit I scoff at them as well. And don't feel bad, I'm way past 'exasperation.' Where I grew up living in the suburbs qualified you as rich, and therefore as someone to be hated. When we moved out there from the city literally everyone I told asked me the same thing: "What do you wanna live there for? People are rich!" Said in pretty much the same tone as 'people are baby-eating cannibals!'
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