Scrubbing toilets
While perusing the Internet, I sometimes come across the lives of some who are well off. It's a fabulous life that they lead: travel at a whim’s notice, go to great parties, meet interesting people, and of course, do all of the above while wearing the latest of designer duds.
But, on closer inspection, you can see the money tree doesn't grow in their backyard.
They're not raking in the dough at their jobs. Many of them do not have jobs that pay more than six figures. In fact, many of them make about the same as me. Yet, when they spend, they spend big (creditors must love them).
How do they do it? Do they produce twenties on their HP printer? Are they blackmailing someone? Are they committing fraud? Do they have a sugar daddy/mommy to keep them living the life they’ve grown accustomed to even though they probably grew up in Bumfuck, Nowhere?
Nah. I'm thinking it's their connections. They know someone who knows someone who knows someone who happens to own a yacht, and lucky for them, they happen to be there with their brand spankin' new digital camera (courtesy of VISA) to capture the memories that are fleeting before the Queen Mary Jr. docks.
I have to get my ass in gear and find someone who knows someone who knows someone who can get me a job cleaning the toilets of these rich people. I mean, that's gotta pay, like, $20/hr, right?
Cha-ching!
But, on closer inspection, you can see the money tree doesn't grow in their backyard.
They're not raking in the dough at their jobs. Many of them do not have jobs that pay more than six figures. In fact, many of them make about the same as me. Yet, when they spend, they spend big (creditors must love them).
How do they do it? Do they produce twenties on their HP printer? Are they blackmailing someone? Are they committing fraud? Do they have a sugar daddy/mommy to keep them living the life they’ve grown accustomed to even though they probably grew up in Bumfuck, Nowhere?
Nah. I'm thinking it's their connections. They know someone who knows someone who knows someone who happens to own a yacht, and lucky for them, they happen to be there with their brand spankin' new digital camera (courtesy of VISA) to capture the memories that are fleeting before the Queen Mary Jr. docks.
I have to get my ass in gear and find someone who knows someone who knows someone who can get me a job cleaning the toilets of these rich people. I mean, that's gotta pay, like, $20/hr, right?
Cha-ching!
Authored by S at 12:00 am
10 Comments:
A friend of mine once said, "Who would want to take care of a yacht? The better way is to become friends with a yacht owner."
Sage advice.
You seem more the poolboy type, so I'd go that route.
Well that is kind of like then some guys make fun of my little Focus that I drive, I always remind them of the old saying. The bigger the car a guy drives, the smaller the......! ; )
Steven.
I doubt they need a toilet cleaner because if they are as rich as they appear then you can bet that they have self cleaning shitters.
Better still...there's bound to be some quarters tucked under the rim of the bowl.
you could become a lawnboy... it worked on Desparate Housewives...
I'd go for poolboy and leave cleaning toilets for Paris and Nicole during their hour and a half stints in jail.
You know that I need a houseboy/pool boy. When are you sending in your application?
they're maxed out on all their forms of credit, and they're one missed mortgage payment away from foreclosure
the North American economy is fueled by consumer debt
it's probably not going to turn out well
No, I don't think all of them are poor at finances... I think it's the hook-up and I think it's just wise spending... I know that I've learned to if I skip seven lattes in one week that is $40.00 saved and if you multiple that and put it in your savings... dude that some money in the bank to go on a trip--also, I think they are spies.
Just saying.
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