Self-Worth and W-2s Don’t Mix
Writing for all the wrong reasons — except new underwear
Making money makes me happy. The more I earn, the better I feel. I thought this was normal until I realized what I really mean is the more I earn, the better I feel about myself.
Money, get away
Get a good job with more pay and you’re O.K.
Money, it’s a gas
Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash
Maybe Pink Floyd was to blame, but a strong work ethic was big in my blue-collar family. We are a family of hard working, roll-up-your sleeves and get ‘er done kinda people. Not a lazy bone in the bunch. I don’t recall my dad ever missing a day from work. If he didn’t work, he didn’t get paid. That mentality was drilled into us. Didn’t matter how you felt — you got your butt out of bed and into work because someone was depending on you. Coronavirus, be damned.
I landed my first paying gig at 13 babysitting and never stopped. From there it was phone sales, restaurant jobs, and then a pretty successful administrative career that morphed into my own company. I’ve never not made money. Any time I landed a new job or switched paths, Dad’s refrain was always the same, “That’s great, but how much does it pay?”
