You know what fucking sucks?
Working your fucking ass off for a couple of pennies more than minimum wage. I mean, I know it's better than working your ass off for minimum wage, but I stay by my point. It's shit. I'm sick of buying economy, reduced-price, nearly out-of-date food because it's all I can afford. I'm sick of never being able to treat myself to something without thinking I'll have to make it up by losing out elsewhere.
Don't get me wrong - money's not everything to me, nor is it particuarly important. To me, money's like air. As long as I've got enough to get by on, I'm not gonna make a fuss about wanting more. I just wish I either didn't work so damn hard just to get this much. I keep wondering if I should just quit retail (five years' experience doesn't count for much, but I'm attached) and get a job in an office, doing whatever it takes so I can clear my debts and live without freaking every time I go to a cash point.
In short, I'm fully aware that I'm getting old, simply because I never used to rant about this kinda shit when I was young and carefree.
So tonight, I'm going out with an old work buddy and some of his student friends, who are all several years younger than me. I'm getting in free, and I plan to drink a lot of water. We're gonna live it up cheap-style, and I'm gonna forget my worries.
Wish me luck.
Ooh, rum. I should totally drink that before I go out.
It's on.
Working your fucking ass off for a couple of pennies more than minimum wage. I mean, I know it's better than working your ass off for minimum wage, but I stay by my point. It's shit. I'm sick of buying economy, reduced-price, nearly out-of-date food because it's all I can afford. I'm sick of never being able to treat myself to something without thinking I'll have to make it up by losing out elsewhere.
Don't get me wrong - money's not everything to me, nor is it particuarly important. To me, money's like air. As long as I've got enough to get by on, I'm not gonna make a fuss about wanting more. I just wish I either didn't work so damn hard just to get this much. I keep wondering if I should just quit retail (five years' experience doesn't count for much, but I'm attached) and get a job in an office, doing whatever it takes so I can clear my debts and live without freaking every time I go to a cash point.
In short, I'm fully aware that I'm getting old, simply because I never used to rant about this kinda shit when I was young and carefree.
So tonight, I'm going out with an old work buddy and some of his student friends, who are all several years younger than me. I'm getting in free, and I plan to drink a lot of water. We're gonna live it up cheap-style, and I'm gonna forget my worries.
Wish me luck.
Ooh, rum. I should totally drink that before I go out.
It's on.