The Long-Awaited Corporate Job Paycheck.
Tick, tock, tick, tock.
I stare at my clock, watching the seconds tick by. I feel the impatience building up within me. “Will it just turn 12AM already?!” I scream in my head.
After what seems like a gazillion years later, the clock finally chimes twelve.
I grab my phone in a hurry, almost dropping it in the process. I wait restlessly as my iPhone’s fingerprint scanner takes ages to read my thumbprint.
“Authenticated”, I read the single word off the face of my iPhone’s screen, feeling excited.
“$2,825 has been credited into your bank account.”
My screams of impatience turn into shouts of joy. Knowing that I will have a substantial chunk of change coming in from my various side hustles, which can cover most of my expenses, I quickly transfer $2,700 to my investment account. I add this number to my net worth, now standing at close to six digits.
For a moment there, I feel on top of the world. I survived yet another month at my crappy job!
After a few fleeting moments of celebration, my mind quickly returns to earth. I’m left with $900 for the month. “Yet another tight month”, I think to myself.
Satisfied that my pay has finally been credited, I eventually fall asleep. A smile plays on the edges of my lips as I dream about the day I finally get to start my own business. The day I finally get to be my own boss. The day I finally get to command my own hours. The day I finally get to survive on more than just $900 a month.
Another Long Day.
The first day of the month is always the worst. It’s another 30 or 31 whole days before I collect my next paycheck.
I reach the office, my spirits much lower than the night before. But like an obedient little corporate drone, I clock in punctually and head to my desk. Barely even 2 minutes in, I feel my mind drifting, my heart dreaming.
The hours drag by, as if intending to make me suffer through every excruciating moment trapped at my desk, staring at dreadful spreadsheets. But I trudge on, albeit rather unwillingly.
When lunch time finally arrives, my colleagues disperse. They’re headed to town to shop and eat delicious meals.
Me? I’ve packed two slices of bread. And jam.
But despite the lack of a thrilling meal, I’m excited to have my lunch hour to myself. Maybe I’ll get some writing done. Maybe I’ll read.
Every minute of my lunch hour is precious to me, and I savour it greedily. In no time, however, my short respite soon evaporates into thin air.
People flood back into the office, ready to resume their mindless and meaningless work. I’m no different. Doesn’t seem like I have a choice.
The next four hours of the day feel like four weeks.
When evening falls, my colleagues bid each other farewell. They then head out to have fancy dinners. Maybe shop a little. Maybe catch a movie. Maybe go drinking.
Me? I just hop on the bus and head home for the day.
I put on my shoes, lay down my yoga mat, and work out for half an hour. My heart beats fast and the endorphins race through my body. I feel great. I feel alive.
After, I feel ravenous. I grab dinner from budget places – my usual haunts. Despite being cheap, dinner is satisfying. Not everything cheap implies that its of inferior quality. Sometimes, there are hidden gems all around.
Price? About $3 to $4.
I spend the last one to two hours of my day doing things that feed my soul. Sometimes, I read interesting articles. Sometimes, I read a book. Sometimes, I get on the drums. Sometimes, I try to pick up bits of a new language.
Today, I just want to enjoy my favourite YouTubers’ content. They’re currently in Europe! I stare at my computer, enthralled by the scenic places and the quality of their videos. My heart aches with wanderlust. But I smile knowing that one day I’d have the chance to travel around the world too.
What’s the price of everything listed above? Almost absolutely free.
Before I head to bed, I like to count my blessings.
“I survived work today!”, I congratulate myself. “And I’m really glad I had the time to do stuff that brings me joy.”
“I’m happy with that.”
The Rest of the Excruciatingly Long Month.
The working days of the month go by at an agonizing sloth-like speed. Mondays are always the most painful. Fridays are worthy of celebration.
But despite the meaninglessness of my corporate job, I try my darnest to make full use of every hour that I have outside of work. Those hours of joy make me a happy person at the end of every single day despite my strong dislike for my corporate job. Those hours that I spend on things that make my heart sing? They give me the strength and see me through one day to another.
Surely, albeit slowly, the month eventually comes to a close.
“$2,800 has been credited into your bank account.”
I do my thing, clicking away at my iPhone. I tuck more than 75% of my pay away, never to be used for any purpose other than buying my financial freedom. My net worth slowly creeps towards that six-digit prize.
I know my happiness will be fleeting, so I try my best to relish the moment.
“That’s a nice number.”, I chuckle, gently reminding myself that the sacrifices of the present are temporary and will be oh-so-worth-it.
“I’m happy with that.”
Just a simple story of a person living a simple life.
Hope you enjoyed it,