On Saturday night i went out for a bit of fun with my boyfriend, Steven, and his work mates. We started off by going round to Steven's Boss' house and having a few drinks then headed off to a rugby game (Warriors vs. Eels) I don't like or watch rugby so it was pretty lame to begin with, but after awhile of soaking up the atmosphere (and the massive flames they kept firing on our side of the field) it was actually kinda fun. Afterwards we went to a bowling place and had a bit of a competition. I was having heaps of fun but had to go home at about midnight because i had to start work at 10am.
Work yesterday was a nightmare.
Being constantly told you are too slow is NOT fun and even worse when you are tired and sore as heck from bowling late at night. To make it worse, we were incredibly busy so instead of finishing at 6:30 i finished at 8pm and today is apparently is going to be the same.
Now the thought of doing overtime and getting more money seems pretty good, but then i remember i'm only getting paid $12.75 an hour.
Which is kinda what i was getting on about with the whole title of this blog.
We all essentially sell our soles for some ridiculously small amount of money and i'm asking myself. 'Is an hour of MY time really only worth $12.75?' and i do don't even get the full amount of that because of paying taxes and money going into kiwi saver. So i only get around $10 an hour. To put that in perspective, that's about 4 packets of lollies, or a loaf of bread, margarine and a tiny jar of spread.
Is using up an hour of my life really worth that little?
It hardly does much for my self-esteem when i think about it like that.
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