SON: “Daddy, may I ask you a question?”
DAD: “Yeah sure, what is it?”
SON: “Daddy, how much do you make an hour?”
DAD: “That’s none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?”
SON: “I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?”
DAD: “If you must know, I make $100 an hour.”
SON: “Oh! (With his head down).
SON: “Daddy, may I please borrow $50?”
The father was furious.
DAD: “If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you are being so selfish. I work hard everyday for such this childish behavior.”
The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door.
The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy’s questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money?
After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down, and started to think:
Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that $ 50 and he really didn’t ask for money very often. The man went to the door of the little boy’s room and opened the door.
Hanging around at a pub after work I was socialising with my colleagues. Not my usual scene, so I was quite surprised to find I was actually enjoying myself. Then a colleague of mine picked up on the fact that I don’t drink alcohol. Ever.
The reason I don’t drink is due to religious aspects, my upbringing and my own personal beliefs. Now don’t go thinking I am a complete nut-job who does everything I am told. Many people have been bought up and told ‘not-to-drink’, however the end game is down to every individual personally.
You don’t know what you’re missing he said. But that is exactly the point I replied, I do not know what I am missing, so it’s a non-issue.
You’re missing out on life, you don’t seem to do much.
Before you get excited this isn’t a post about ‘my first time’.
Last week was my first week at my new job. It was my first job in the corporate world and in an office (previously worked in retail).
And I hated it.
My first day was horrible. The people were nice and it wasn’t hard as I was only going through induction material but I still hated it. All I could think about was how the hell am I going to last a year!
I experienced culture shock, anxiety from being outside of my comfort zone, and I felt scared. Scared of being in this new environment, with new people and without a clue as to what I was meant to do. I went home that night and felt so happy to see my family, so happy to be inside my home and my comfort zone once again.
My dreams and illusions were shattered. During the build up to the new job I had all these fantasies and daydreams about how I was going to act. How I was going to walk into the office looking all professional yet cute with a hint of sexy. How I was going to be confident and show them that I was a force to be reckoned with. How I was going to make friends with everyone and be sure they all knew the new girl was something else.