10,000 dollar baby

Because honey, we certainly aren't worth a million bucks. And to tell the truth, we're actually more like 5-10 dollar baby, at Target, on sale.

Work itself has been pleasant and tolerable enough as it goes, but facing the realities of The Working World itself has been less than fun lately. Case in point: no matter how much overtime and holiday time I work, it seems that 1/4 of my paycheck goes to taxes, so my take home pay seems somehow much less satisfying when I realize that I've just worked roughly twenty hours and won't see a dime of it. Unless you'e one of those seventh-grade-American-civics-minded people that think our American government wisely uses our tax money, bringing us pleasant things like highway road construction projects/stagnant wars that, on average, cost billions of dollars and last two years to the rest of our lives.

Personally, I am offended by many things about The Working World, but I take exception at things that beg the question How Stupid Do You Think You Employees Are, Anyways? (Sounds like a new reality t.v. series/gameshow, doesn't it?) Like making employees pay for parking (I categorically refuse to pay to park at a place where I work. That's like, stupid and insulting. (making us pay monthly fees in the garage, I mean) I pay for gas, insurance and maintenance on a car to get to work. Why the fuck should I have to pay to park my car for the privilege of working my arse off 12 hours a day?) And my guess is that they don't make attendings and hospital bigwigs pay for parking in the garage, either.

Because then, on top of stinking taxes, what we're roughly looking at is another 3-4 hours that I work just so that I can pay garage fees to park my car and thereby work each day?! FUCK. OFF. CORPORATE. AMERICA.

The funny thing is, people keep paying these stupid monthly fees, and everybody bitches and moans, but no one does the right, sensible thing (i.e., refute the idea of working to pay for parking and refuse to use the garage). One good solid month of stupidity boycott and we'd be well on our way to never having to pay a dime for parking again, or least be able to negotiate sensible fees (eighty dollars a month for attached garage parking in the middle of a ghetto is a bit much, wouldn't you say? And most of us don't even get anywhere near the attached garage, and you bet my ass at 12 or 1 a.m. I'm not going to walk across the street to the other garage, covered walk-way or no, because hey, why don't I just put a sign on my back that says, "Come rape and mug me in the stairwell tonight!")

I feel like maybe my husband and I shouldn't have gotten married at all, I should have never gotten my nursing license, and that we should have just popped out a kid or two at the state's expense, because with this kind of hornswaggling, how on earth is a decent person supposed to make a good living, save money, buy a house, have a child, send said child to college? Not that you can do all of the above on welfare, nor would I ever like to try it out for a day, but it seems quite unfair to me that grown women and men are sprouting infants right and left without apparent regard to themselves, their offspring, or their fellow taxpayer, and the state takes care of them, but then turns around and shits on the very working class that makes it all possible.

And no, I'm not going to qualify the above paragraph in any way, because most working people, at one time or another, have thought the exact same non-politically correct stuff I just wrote, and you can't lead me to believe otherwise.

At this rate, I'm going to be all out of self-righteous anger by age thirty, and that's in seven months (good God).