Let's talk about money!
It seems that, at some point in every person's life (except for those children who's parents provide them with every little everything for all their days), money becomes an issue. It can be really early on, or quite late in life, regardless, the evil paper demon rears it's ugly head bites us all in the ass. At which point we look around for somewhere to go and earn said evil paper demon in order to heal the wound our ass has been given. This is when we scramble for a job. Any job, really, at first, as long as it's paying and as long as at some point you'll be holding the stuff in your hands, then maybe you'll feel better.
So we don a uniform with a little plastic name tag and sit ourselves in an aisle or behind a counter, and politely answer people's questions, no matter how ridiculous they may be, and politely do our job, until finally, in our hand we are holding some semblance to money called a "paycheck".
And we do a little paycheck dance (I know I do) and don't open it until we get home and make some special dinner or something to celebrate and then we rip open the envelope and as our eyes scan down the page that describes the millions of dollars we hoped to earn, it appears that
THE GOVERNMENT HAS TAKEN AWAY ALL YOUR MONEY.
Now that you realize this the food doesn't taste as good because you've received a lousy paycheck for what you believe was hard labour.
So what's the point of getting a job, you might think?
It seems to be what makes the world go round, nowadays.
I have to get a job. I spent an inordinate amount of money yesterday, and am not allowed to spend any more until the end of the year. This means, I have to be hired for Winter game, or else I cannot attend. And I know I'm not the only one in this position! That is the unfortunate thing. So, money, curse you and your limited accessibility.
So we don a uniform with a little plastic name tag and sit ourselves in an aisle or behind a counter, and politely answer people's questions, no matter how ridiculous they may be, and politely do our job, until finally, in our hand we are holding some semblance to money called a "paycheck".
And we do a little paycheck dance (I know I do) and don't open it until we get home and make some special dinner or something to celebrate and then we rip open the envelope and as our eyes scan down the page that describes the millions of dollars we hoped to earn, it appears that
THE GOVERNMENT HAS TAKEN AWAY ALL YOUR MONEY.
Now that you realize this the food doesn't taste as good because you've received a lousy paycheck for what you believe was hard labour.
So what's the point of getting a job, you might think?
It seems to be what makes the world go round, nowadays.
I have to get a job. I spent an inordinate amount of money yesterday, and am not allowed to spend any more until the end of the year. This means, I have to be hired for Winter game, or else I cannot attend. And I know I'm not the only one in this position! That is the unfortunate thing. So, money, curse you and your limited accessibility.