Man, I'd settle for a couple grand extra in the bank, any day. I don't need millions. I'm not greedy.
Last Saturday, I met an aging ex-stripper working the sales counter at a sex shop. She said in her day, working a "high end gentlemen's club" in Brisbane, she would make a minumum (minimum, mind you, she was careful to emphasize) of 8 or 9 grand in a 3 night work week. Part of me hopes this is just a big exaggeration, like a fishing story from decades back that you only half remember. I mean, that's just unfair. When I look at that number, and stick it up there next to what I'm making it makes me sad.
If I made 8 or 9 grand a week, I could buy all the spontaneous presents I see and want to get for Hubs. A spear fishing kit, for example. If I made 8 or 9 grand a week, I could fly my whole family over in less than a month's work and I totally would! I don't care that I'd have to answer a few awkward questions about that amount of money. (Maybe I could just tell them I won a small lotto and am now a thousandaire.) If I made 8 or 9 grand I would have a house keeper. Not a live in, wear a sexy apron kind (although......) just someone to visit twice a week and make this place effortlessly spotless. I'd be happy to fork over the required cash.
So, universe. A return to the heady, chashed-up days of the mining boom, please?
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