Last time I checked, I was still working for the man. Isn’t that all we ever do, us Americans? Slog away for a paycheck until the final breath is taken? Who among us gets ahead enough to retire, unencumbered by finances, able to enjoy our elderly years with no worry whatsoever?
That won’t be me. I think my goals as far as being elderly have something to do with avoiding both homelessness and the ingesting of cat food.
But for now while I am a working stiff, and have a roof over my head and can buy food other than that of cat, and bring work home, and don’t spend enough time with my family, and wish for more, but know there is a true class system in this country, and show up every day and bust my lady balls but still don’t get paid enough, I guess I am doing okay.