We Are Rantasaurus Rex, Hear Us Roar

Creative Freakin’ Genius-a-saurus, not too happy with The Man

I’d scream “Down with The Man”, but I don’t think “The Man” will hear me at the golf course/country club/overpriced coffee shop and even if “the man” does hear me, “The Man” will probably assume I’m talking about someone else.

They recently did an industry survey that indicates the “average” income is about 30 thousand dollars MORE than I’m currently making, which (according to “The Man” ) is a generous amount of money and I should be thanking whatever diety I hold dear that I even make THAT much.

Unfortunately, unlike most of the people in this office, mine is not a supplimentary income but a sole income. I don’t have anyone to share the expenses with, nor do I have anyone else to count on when the going gets tough and gas prices hit an all-time high, as I am assuming they will before the next long weekend. OOPS! Too late…..

I heard about a meeting with one of the CEO’s of the company who tried to spew out an analogy, using the following phrase “Let’s say you make 50 thousand dollars a year…..” There was a collective gasp, as about 80 percent of the people in the building make about 20 thousand dollars below that “supposed” amount. One guy made the mistake of saying “If you think anyone here makes that kind of money, it just shows how out of touch you are with your employees.” Needless to say, he was not held in high regard with “The Man”.

“The Man” recently returned from an excursion to a foreign land, saying that I “really should” visit there. Yes, I’m sure I should do that. I’ll put that on top of my “Get Right On It” list, right underneath “Look for a job that pays about 40 thousand dollars more a year than I’m making right now” so that I, too, can take advantage of ALL that life has to offer, including a vehicle that’s less than 10 years old and a house that doesn’t need to be completely renovated by winter so that I don’t have to spend 1/4 of my monthly income paying the heating bill.

Meanwhile, I’ve cancelled my whopping 5 day excursion to a lake about 5 hours away because I can’t afford the gas $$ to get there. Did I rant about the price of gas yet?

I find it hilarious in a psychotic sort of way that “The Man” seems to think I make an adequate amount of fundage yet he wouldn’t dream in a million years of trying to live for three months on my income. “It’s all relative.” That’s what I keep hearing. I understand that but I’d rather be living with a relative in a house without broken windows, with a relative who takes me to Disneyland every summer, who always has food in the fridge and who doesn’t need to worry about how they’re going to pay their bills and who doesn’t have to pray every night that nothing else goes wrong before they can at least pay a portion of their credit card bill off, which they’ve been using to suppliment their income when times are tough, which is more times than not.

So, although he will not hear me, I’d like to offer a rousing rendition of  ”DOWN WITH THE MAN!”

Rantasaurus Says: Hear, hear. But seriously. You really should make your way over to Fiji if you can. They have that darling water everywhere.