Another Day, Another 84 Cents After TaxesSigh.
I just finished my work week and I am exhausted. Usually I only work three days, but this week, I worked four.
If you work the standard 9 to 5 job, that last two sentences sounds horribly selfish. However, put it in this perspective. If I were to get hit by a cab tomorrow, I would be described in the newspaper (if I made it into the papers) as a 29 year old waitress. Nothing about my writing or singing or my very clean apartment. Nothing about my way with accessories and my good manners.
I would be remembered as the waitress who got hit by a cab and complained when she had to work 4 days instead of 3 a week. Oh, the humanity.