Everyone seems to have a problem with talking about how much they make. There are exceptions, but for the most part people tend to keep it to themselves. In fact, my place of work discourages you from discussing your earnings with your co-workers, which I believe has to do with the fact that they don’t pay anyone there a decent amount, and have had to step on a few toes in the process.

How can anyone be expected to work hard day in and day out to make sure everything is running smoothly, and barely make enough money to scrap by? When rent is close to $600 a month, you end up working two full weeks a month just to keep a roof over your head. What about food? Fun? Happiness? Savings? Gas?

I really don’t understand how they can justify paying so little. I am lucky to have some sort of outside income or I wouldn’t survive. What about people who solely rely on their job? Do they just suck it up and get two jobs?

I thought perhaps it was just the place I ended up at, and I was just unlucky to currently work for a corrupt and ruthless corporation. I checked out the Bureau of Labor Statistics and it turns out I am only making $0.20 less than the average. It seems that 31,000 other people in my state work for around the same amount, doing the same shitty hard ass work everyday, coming home wet and stinky, just like I was.

No wonder our economy is going to hell. I know at least 31,000 people around here that can’t afford to buy shit. They are lucky if they get to go out to eat once a month or catch a movie if they are lucky. How can anyone do such a shitty job for so little and just accept the fact that they won’t get to do anything fun until they move up the latter.

And it’s not just me and my slave friends. People in tough positions, line cooks and child daycare centers all make so little that their job becomes who they are. They become chained to it, because missing just a day could mean eating for the week.

I guess when they are this low on the food chain, all you have is moving up. It’s all you can worry about day in and day out, and perhaps someday there will be a point of solace.

I have faith.

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