Unless you A) Make minimum wage or B) Your boss comes by today to tell you about your new $.70/hour raise, I would like to wish you happy pay cut day!

This is the day that our wonderful government decided that all of us mean, selfish people who don’t make minimum wage just keep sticking it to these poor underpaid people and decided to take money from us. Don’t get me wrong, this is just one of the many ways our fine representatives have helped us out.

I’ll explain this principle again, and I am certain it won’t be the last time: When you increase the price it costs to make and sell goods, the prices you pay go up. Businesses will NOT take a loss because the minimum wage goes up. They pass that cost increase right on through on every cheeseburger, sack of potatoes or shirt you buy. This means I have less purchasing power for the dollar I make, and the people on minimum wage who we purport to help are back in the same situation within 6 months because they have to buy the same goods at the same prices as everyone else.

So, happy pay-cut day! I hope everyone enjoys it!

Ok, one of the bad things about stress:

When I’m stressed, I get this sickening worried feeling that I should be doing something or I have forgotten something important. The problem is, I can never put my finger on the problem.

I’m a stress magnet. People who are stressed walk by me, and I get stressed.

How does one go about fixing that?

I’m terrified. I hate this feeling.

I’m normally a confident person, and this vulnerable feeling sucks. I’m sort of cautiously confident, usually. I’m not even sure if that’s possible, but I think that’s the best description.

I don’t like being at the mercy of others. I don’t like to depend on the whim of someone else, and largely being employed is just that: at the mercy of someone else to make it work. I didn’t like having lab partners in school because they almost never held up their end of the deal. I think that carries over to my professional life. I tend to overwork myself because I don’t really trust anyone else to get it done. Ultimately, as long as I don’t sign my own paycheck, I’ve got that lab partner who might or might not show up with their half of the solar system.

I’m rambling, and I should go read and get some sleep, but I don’t know if I can sleep with this uneasy feeling.

I have trust issues. This much is clear.

into the week from hell.

The Monday from hell has begun