I was going to chime in yesterday on another thread with a similar argument (ie, mow your own lawn).
During the Depression, you might have worked two jobs cleaning toilets and you were happy that you had both jobs. Granted, this isn't a depression, but everyone starts somewhere.
Then again, this is a whacked-out country where people can be too proud to flip burgers and yet they are NOT too proud to accept welfare when they can't find a job they like.
TS
I look at my apartment and it's a frickin nightmare and I'm so tempted to go to the office and get a reference and hire a muchachita (made-up word) to come in and clean for me so I can get out from under the mess and get the rest of the apartment unpacked. But so far I've resisted because I know it's wrong. But I may give in because if I go through an agency I'll pay twice as much for some gum-crackin, chain-smokin, long fingernailed, bee-hive wearin', jive-talkin person who ain't gonn do one more thing than absolutely necessary, and a half-assed job at that.
Or maybe I'll just go on trying to get ahead of the mess. And failing.
I look at my apartment and it's a frickin nightmare and I'm so tempted to go to the office and get a reference and hire a muchachita (made-up word) to come in and clean for me so I can get out from under the mess and get the rest of the apartment unpacked. But so far I've resisted because I know it's wrong. But I may give in because if I go through an agency I'll pay twice as much for some gum-crackin, chain-smokin, long fingernailed, bee-hive wearin', jive-talkin person who ain't gonn do one more thing than absolutely necessary, and a half-assed job at that.
Or maybe I'll just go on trying to get ahead of the mess. And failing.
You don't have to do that. I have two friends with their own lawn mowing businesses, do the work themselves or hire family, and neither one is a dam furner.
Well, one ain't a furner, the other is from Boston.