My Job

Standing at the Taco Bell counter last night I was thinking about the woman who had just taken my order. Very kind, polite, seemed to be happy. She was probably in her 50's. I just wondered what path brought her to working in a fast food restaurant at this age. Now there is a possibility that she has all the financial security that she needs and her one true passion is to work the register at the Shrewsbury Taco Bell/slash/Pizza Hut(because nothing goes better with an enchilada than pepperoni pizza), however I figure she is probably working here to make ends meet. At this point I realize what an asshole I am. Well, I really already knew that. This was more like reasurrance. I had just finished my long and tiring day at work where I sat in a chair, just as I am now(I'm at work writing this) and basically relaxed all day with minimal effort making about $50/hr while I am sure she is getting paid about $6.50/hr to work much harder and probably didn't have time to post on her blog. I am a pharmacist and granted I went to school for 5 years and blah, blah. Some people seem to believe that school was a real struggle and they really deserve their 100K plus salaries every year. Bullshit. Most of us, including me, came from famalies that were well off enough to provide some support to us or at least help us obtain student loans so we could cover our expenses while we went to school full time. Trust me, going to class a couple hours a day, and getting blackout drunk in most of your free time does not mean college was tough. So many people really, really suffer to provide for themselves and their famalies. At the age of 25 I have plenty of disposable income, which is exactly what I do with it, and probably will continue to do so, though I hope this has been some sort of a breathrough, while others in the world will continue to try much harder and receive much less. Life is a bitch. I am reminded how fortunate I really am and how much more I could be doing with what I am given. I really can't stand money. Despite needing to cover basic life sustaining things, I have no use for it. Making more money only makes you happier to a certain point, if I make another 50k a year will I be that much happier, probably not. Probably just be wishing I made another 75K. Money makes people do strange and awful things but it can also be put to good use. Maybe time for me to live a little more modestly and use what I have to help others. Family, friends, strangers, whoever.

blogschmog

O.K. Having trouble with the blog due to my overwhelming incapability on the pc, I cannot figure out how to attach links to others blogs on my site. Grrr. Also, it appears that there is no real search or browse function either. The only way I am able to read other people's blogs is by continually hitting next blog. I usually get something in german or russian or someone more boring than myself. Probably tinker with this for another week or so and if I still suck at navigating this site I may have to pull the plug. ____________________

Beavis

I am not even going to say anything about this.