Wednesday, January 12, 2011
The Day Before Pay Day
This should resonate with anyone whose worked on minimum wage or is knee-deep in depth. You end up planning on how you are going to blow your check already and wondering what bills you can put off for another two weeks. My days aren't really full of sunshine as growing up poor also adds to the stress of having no excess cash even in adulthood. This is forever compounded by having an acute awareness of just how fucked I am for the time. It's well and good if you're completely ignorant and content earning nothing while making someone else rich. But for the majority of us stiffs it's like a twisting knife dipped in lemon juice and rolled in salt.
My day besides going through withdrawals for nicotine was highlighted by not looking forward to tomorrow's four hour smack in the face shift and literally counting out nickels and dimes for the local chain grocers cashier. After that I went to the library and prayed they've yet to install a "deadbeat alarm" as my overdue fines for books I've yet to even glance at are still building up.
All of this is even compiled by my shoe-string diet of condensed soup, pasta, and cans of tuna fish. I've sworn off ramen forever myself but still get calls from the grocery store shelf whenever I pass it. You would think this would become some sort of life lesson where from now on I would cherish the money I have and note painstakingly where every future fund will be spent. But like most people, as soon as I get cash I'm sure the entire memory of the experience will be wiped like a childhood with an overly friendly step-father. Who knows?
I'm always looking for another job but waking up at 1pm everyday from a night of surfing the Internet for porn and funny pictures hardly translates into a "go-getter". Who knows, I'm also looking into moving out west in Canada where working like a dog actually translate into a livable paycheck. Only time will tell.