these 20 hour days have been exhausting. not going to lie, $ makes it a little easier, though. so imagine my dismay when i signed into my bank today and discovered that 40% of my freaking bonus had gone to the government. youve got to be freaking kidding me. im all for social justice, but im a 22 year old in her first year of work! are you freaking kidding me? did i really end up in this tax bracket??
i realize this sounds like the rant of a spoiled child, but while you were hanging out with your friends, or helping underpriveleged kids, or working out, or i dont know, sleeping 8 hours a day, i was pulling 20 hour days glued to my computer with excel and ppt dominating me, letting my friends and family down, being completely unreliable, dealing with intense pressure and stress without the luxury of a good night’s sleep, and dreaming of a time when work could. just. wait. until. tomorrow. so im just going to take this little scrap of time and this itty bitty internet space and be a little selfish…
okay, im done now. thanks. oh, and dad, i appreciate you bitching with me this morning. im looking forward to relaxing with you over a nice glass of inexpensive wine (what? money doesnt grow on trees!) and talking trash on the IRS.
you know what the most terrifying part is? the fact that this is just the beginning. i can look forward to a lifetime of ridiculous representation and atrocious taxation. hmm, i wonder how one opens an offshore account.