So I'm not sure what Biggie really knows what he's talking about. It's like when parents tell the kids that they'd love to go to school if the kids would go to work. School is much harder than work. No one pushes you into a locker at work, and no one assigns me homework that has no point.
I thought of this as my debit card was declined tonight. Note: If my parents are reading this blog, please do not call me or send me a check. I make good money. $85,000 a year. And what I do isn't really work, like roofing in the summer or being a septic tank cleaner. So where the crap does it all go. Let's see....
- Rent: $750, now that I'm living with Allyson
- Student Loans: $362
- Car loan: $307
- Insurance (Renters and Car): $87.25
- Gym: $69
- Cable: $100
- Phone: $80
- Shrink: $280
And while I could get paid more to alleviate some of this, I have no doubt that I would simply adjust my standard of living to meet my new income level. It happens insidiously. I was talking with a good friend about how she lived in Boston for $30,000 when she first moved. She did admit she ate only oatmeal for the whole summer. But the idea of eating ramen noodles seems kind of nuts when my salary puts me in the 74th percent of wealth in this country.
I think about how lucky I am to have what I do, from my family and friends, to my girlfriend, to my worldly possessions. And I think if I''m bouncing checks at a bar, how hard up must people be who are really hurting. It puts it all in perspective. But it still doesn't change the fact that I've got 9 days until payday. Good thing I can eat fluffernutters all the time.
Anybody else amazed at how little you save or is it just me?