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Thursday, February 16, 2006
So, say that you made ten bucks an hour somewhere. Anywhere. What’s that break down to? I’m horrible at math, but what would every ten minutes that slowly ekes by be worth to that working person?
So, say that this working stiff spends an average 8 hours or so-or whatever amount of time, looking at the clock until he gets to go home.
This person’s exhausted. Their job is hard or boring – maybe both. This person now wants to relax. This person likes to go to bars and so then goes to his neighborhood tavern, sports bar, etc. thispersonthisperson
He likes beer. Lets say that the average price of a bottle of beer is 4 bucks. How many beers does this guy drink in the first hour? Let’s also just say that he’s being social on an average level and that this person is not interested in a member of the opposite sex that night. (Drinking would be more expensive and their duration at the bar would increase also)
He has three beers in that first hour and then four more in the second. (Does that sound like a lot to you? They’re Amstel Lights and he’s an alcoholic.)
7 beers total @ $4 a pop = $28
+ $10 in tips (cheap bastard) = $38 to drink for the night.
So the guy made $80 bucks at work – take out $12 for taxes and lets take off three for various SS and all of that crap. $65 bucks for his workday then.
This means that the guy worked 8 hours for $27
Is that like, $3.37 an hour?
It’s basically, a crappy fast food hamburger
A comic book w/tax
A tip
Change you get back from buying a big box of kids breakfast cereal
A small coke at the movie theatres
3/4ths of a pack of cigarettes
A side of bacon
A movie rental
A Library fine
That’s almost the price of a beer! Without the tip. (You cheap bastard)
What does this all mean? I don’t know. All I know is that I’m bored at work and can’t wait to get some drinks afterward.
I don’t like Amstel Light, by the way.
And I drink way more than that and am never by myself and I tip a lot better.
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