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  • Got_Bent@lemmy.worldtoScience Memes@mander.xyzEconomics
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    8 days ago

    I remember getting my Texas instruments financial calculator circa 2009 for probably fifty dollars or so.

    The professor told us that at the time, production costs for my fifty dollar calculator were roughly a dollar.

    On the bright side, I’ll bring that thing in whenever I buy a car and it truly fucks with the whole “what kind of payment are you looking for” routine they do. (Though these days, I’m more likely to bring a laptop with Excel. Same idea, but faster and better visuals)



  • My entire life has offered two options - time or money

    Never both

    In this phase, I’ve been making good money, but it’s at the cost of working twelve to fifteen hours a day six to seven days a week for half the year, going down to a meager forty five to fifty hours for the other six months with no overtime.

    Then I’ve got to be careful in making comments that I’ve got a few pennies saved because it makes other Lemmy users think I’m all bougie or whatever word it is that the kids use these days.

    The reason I’ve saved money is that I have no time to spend it. My entire existence is either working or preparing to go to work via laundry/groceries/cooking. (Leaving the office for lunch is a mortal sin, so I bring my own daily and eat at my desk, never a lunch break)

    I’ll look at the transactions in my bank account and I’m surprised that I live on about a hundred and thirty dollars a week because of this. (This doesn’t include housing expense)

    It’s unprecedented in my company, but I’m about to negotiate more time off in lieu of raise this next upcoming cycle.

    I’m so

    Fucking

    Existentially

    Tired

    And no I can’t just “get another job”. There are no greener pastures, especially since I’ve crossed into the dreaded “in my fifties” zone




  • About ten years ago, I worked for a small firm where most of the partners attended this very church.

    One of the reasons I left was that I felt completely out of place as they integrated their religion into the office culture.

    When I left, the managing partner would send me handwritten letters for YEARS effectively telling me that while I had chosen damnation for myself, I owed it to my daughter to have the opportunity for salvation by attending this specific gateway Church in Southlake.

    If I didn’t have so much disdain and bitterness, I’d be tempted to send him this article.