Res, again, im sorry to hear about your problems...

My dad started working at 14, and didnt take a single day off until he was 41 I think.. then when him and my mom got divorced, she took half of everything he owned, including all his savings, plus a huge monthly cheque for child support.. so, after roughly 40 years of working and saving, my dad was basically skint.. so, he tried getting an extra job but then taxes/rent/etc went up, and he was no better off than when he was working one job... he used to always have money, and was always happy.. now he's a broke, depressed alcoholic.. this system sucks, everything about it sucks.. im actually pretty anxious about settling into the 'work ethic' mentality, because it means i'll struggle to survive, and pay taxes towards a system which makes the rich get richer and the poor get poorer..

it sucks and i hate it

thats why im gonna be an author, become a millionaire, give half my earnings to charity and never have to work again

lol i wish
GHoSToKeR Reviewed by GHoSToKeR on . Fraternising with the Bank Manager So, I'm about as skint as Rowanda, and need to strap in the ol' silver tongue to see if I can get any compassion out of the bank Manager (ie, feed 'em some bullshit about how I'm trying really hard to sort myself out :D) I'm wondering whether or not to shave first - "I can't even afford a razor, man!" The plan is this: I walk into the bank, cool, calm, and collected. Await my turn to see the bank manager, and sit myself down across from him in the office. Then the I'll explain the Rating: 5