Wednesday, August 6, 2008

My worth

So i just got paid, woo! but i think i must have written my hours down wrong because i didnt get sunday pay when i very annoyingly worked on sunday! Im slightly outraged, but the outrage was cooled by the fact that i had £210 in my hand at the time. Anyway as i was walking the 3 miles back home (it gives me a lot of time to think) i was working out some stuff, namely £210 seems like a lot of money for working 5 days, but really its not, not when you go back to what it really is. I am basically selling my time, my time at the moment is worth £6.10 an hour (except on sundays when i remember to write my hours on the correct day, then my time is more valuable and goes for around £7.50 a hour) Okay sure when im bumming about on facebook for 20 minutes in theory that is £2 i could have earnt there and it seems pretty worthwhile, theres a whole variety of hours that get wasted in my day, i spend around an hour trying to get up in the morning, that time isnt very valuable to me but apparently its worth £6.10, thats a pretty good deal for time spent lying in bed. But when you actually think about it those arent the hours that are being taken away, they are taking the good hours, the ones in the middle of the day (and nice days too, never the rainy ones), days in the summer holidays of my last year at uni, these are rare days that should be dedicated to frollicking before i have to start the horrible world of work. So at best these valuable hours are worth £7.50, thats not a lot, i kind of like to think that if i was kidnapped the kidnappers would be seeking a large amount of money in order not to take my life, like £50 million at least. Well at this rate even if every hour of my life was paid at the peak rate (this is assuming they are these great hours which im wasting at work at the moment) my calculations work out that every hour of my life from 0 to 88 (because i want to live till at least 88, id be annoyed if i died at 87 ... id still have a lot to give) would be worth less that £5 million, and everyone knows they arent all the good hours, i spend a lot of time asleep, and think of all those hours i wasted being a baby, and really the most work a kidnapper could possibly get out of me now is another 66 years (because a quarter of those years have past already) so id be lucky to get £4 million. How depressing is that?? And what about all the really important occasions in my life? my wedding day for example, that day would be worth at most £180 ... doesnt that seem wrong?

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