There’s a Reason It’s a Thankless Job
I work a lot of overtime. Partly it is because my boss tells me to, but also because I am trying my damnedest to get out of debt. I did the math, and once my credit cards and house are paid off, I only need a fraction of what I currently make to get by. I will still have property taxes, utilities, groceries, insurance, and I will need to stuff a little in the kitty for maintenance and upkeep… Oh, and then there is health insurance, medical costs, and paying for someone to come cry at my funeral… Welp, looks like I am stuck working myself to death no matter what.
If I am lucky, I will be able to retire when I turn 70, and then I will die a year later of an age related illness that nobody knew I had. People at my former job will be informed of my passing and they will lament what a shame it was that I never got to enjoy my retirement. I am only saying this because after working at the same place for over twenty years, I have seen many friends and former coworkers go in that manner. The number of dead people I know is really depressing. Work, pay bills, and die. Really, God? You created my consciousness to experience this?
I want my time and money back.