My life pretty much consists of working a depressing customer support in attempt to save money and eventually break free to become something I really enjoy. Or at least can tolerate. Every hour of work I feel the noose tightening around my neck, which makes it hard to even consider another job. And what other job? Something that pays decent seems as rare as a unicorn. Yet every cent counts, so I find myself taking surveys online, and clicking away on Amazon Turk. Yeah, pretty much the same story as everyone else. But I feel I’m better than this. Not better than Turks, but better than this life I am leading. I should be getting pampered. Showered with affection. Rained on with gifts. People should scream with glee when they hear my name, and cry when I leave the room. Ladies should be throwing themselves over me. Heck, guys too! Grapes should be fed to me as I bathe. That is what my life should be - not listening to some spoiled, annoying customer complain about being charged an extra 20 cents on their credit card. Guess what, missy? - it’s called TAX. All kidding aside, I do feel I am worth more than the the mountain of crap I have to deal with these days. Maybe I am not a saint or God, but my time is worth much more than sitting in a call center all day. Now excuse me while I spend an hour making $.01 on a HIT.