Our oldest grandson (then age 16) got his first job as a part-time pool lifeguard. He was shocked when he saw taxes taken out. His mother stopped to buy gasoline and paid $30. The young man said, “Wow, I would have to work more than two and a half hours to pay for that gas!”
The school of life teaches necessary lessons.
She needs Dolly belting out “working 9 to 5” in a loop in to her earbuds on a loop.
I didn’t work outside the home much.
When I did, it was like a vacation.
And I didn’t get much vacay.
Oh dear. The poor little angel. Like . . . I feel so sorry for her. Like . . . she has a trashy mouth. Like . . . I feel bad for the company that hired her.
I am pacing thru the house unable to stop laughing after watching that!
This lil gift doesn’t know stress.
Waaaaaaawaaaaa
Is she from Kalifornia? She talks like a valley girl.
Like, like I don’t know what to tell her.
Like maybe get fired and go on unemployment.
Tomorrow I will wake up at 0300 and drive an hour to work. Some days I am gone for 18 hrs.
At that hour there are many other commuters on the road. They deserve respect.
Poor baby.
My kids were working 20 to 30 hours a week and going to college full time. My eldest did this while planning his wedding and still came out Magna Cum Laude.
My middle child is dual majoring in microbiology and sign language interpreting, is working as a supplemental instructor, and pulls another 20 hours a week on the side at a second job. GPA is 4.1.
Heck, they had it easy! I was working 40 hours a week managing a restaurant, pulling 21 credits a semester, 3.9 GPA, fulfilling my duties as a regional beauty pageant winner, and planning a wedding.
Adulting is hard for the weak.
No sympathy here.
Will post... Then read the 80 hours uphill both ways work week...
One of these days I’ll understand “work”.. Then again, nah..
Pay your taxes.
If you don’t, you’re racist.
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