It's payday on Wednesday, and not a moment too soon. I can't wait to see what the new raise does to my take-home pay. And thank God I've swatted those pesky neighborhood mosquitoes off me, so I don't have to give any of the money back.
People don't realize how hard it is for us to live on what we're making down here. Even with the free junkets we manage to take halfway around the world every now and then, this job just isn't a profitable proposition at $40 an hour.
We're subject to inflation in our own lives, just like everybody else. I was going through my receipts the other night, and I couldn't believe how much things are costing me nowadays. A pack of Swisher Sweets is now three bucks. Breakfast at Mickey D's is up to $5. And excuse me, but a buck and a half for a Tabasco Slim Jim? Almost a five-spot for a six-pack of Pabst tall boys?
Of course, don't even look at the bill from your gas station card. We don't all ride around on Vespas and streetcars. It's $38 to fill up the truck.
The big ticket items have gotten even more outrageous. Two tickets to see Steve Miller set you back almost $150, if you want a decent seat. And I love my therapist and all – she's been a great help with my anger management issues – but $175 an hour seems a bit steep.
Even something as simple as getting your back waxed once a month – that used to run me 40 bucks a pop. Now the gal is charging 50. I don't get it. It's the exact same sweet, exquisite pain as it ever was.
Posted by Randy at June 25, 2004 12:54 PMEven something as simple as getting your back waxed once a month – that used to run me 40 bucks a pop. Now the gal is charging 50.
Ouch....that is terribly mean
Posted by: Jon at June 28, 2004 05:59 PMjust my luck this is his last post before having his mid-blog crisis....
Posted by: the real randy at July 25, 2004 10:38 PM