So I’m poor. I’m the kind of poor that when gas prices drop $0.04 I get out of the car and do the running man while fueling up. The real running man not this stupid shit going on right now. So besides being poor I am also nuts. I think that might be a product of being poor. I find when at some point if you have a not had an expendable income you find easy entertainment. Laugh at the small shit. Create your own entertainment. So when I was doing the running man at the gas pump I was too excited to avoid the oil slick and …. Well lets say I have now decided to now wait until gas drops another $0.10 cents before copiously dancing at the pump again. Just a FYI the saying mixes like blood and oil is now a thing. Also not a great way to impress the hot guy with a motorcycle who you don’t notice until he gets close enough to point out the fun fact about the blood and oil.
So I’m poor. I equate time with money. I feel that if you put in the time you at the very least should get the money. Like lets say you work your fucking ass for the same company for 18 years at an hourly rate of $18 an hour. That rate should be good enough, it should make up for not getting vacation time, retirement, or many a case any benefits. I worked for the same company for 18 years. I had health insurance. I got two weeks vacation, ....sorta. It translated into 10 days extra pay on what your lowest weekly average for the year. My boss was one of those guys who you would have to give a two month notice to have a day off to go to the doctor. Even when your time off request was written out by him, on the calendar, and you have a sworn statement signed by 25 witnesses and a unicorn. So I had requested Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday off. I had actually requested the time off months in advance. Like five months 18 days and 3 hours ago. You will get told the day b...
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