My mother always told me, "Alicia, it's not how much you make, it's how much you spend." I heard on the radio today that one of the Olsen twins was in financial trouble. I'm not sure where all of her millions went, but apparently she's down to just a million or two.
A friend of mine gave a great lesson a few years ago about the definition of wealth. They asked people who made $25,000 - $40,000 a year how much they'd like to make in order to achieve a little breathing room. And they all said around $50,000. That would be fabulous. But people who made $50,000 said they needed $75,000. And up and up. Everyone wants to be in the next bracket up.
So today I was thinking about being rich, and I decided that I would define myself as rich when I no longer had to shop at WalMart. And when I could choose Charmin over Angel Soft.
I know some people are great fans, but WalMart makes me sad. The experience is very trying. It seems as though shelves are always getting stocked where I would like to pass through with my cart. And people are always parking their cart at extreme angles making it difficult to pass through.
And FORGET having to ask an employee for help because it just is not going to happen.
And the lines. THE LINES! Why do they always put people in training in the 20 items or less register? They need to put their champion scanners on this register. The guy they call Lightning. He needs to work that register.
And if you are going to write a check, shouldn't you start filling it out while you are in line? What have you been doing for the last 15 minutes? Because personally I have been trying to keep my girls from killing each other and silently hating you and your 21 items.
Unfortunately, WalMart has me over a barrell. They are cheap, and I need cheap, and they sell Sixlets, those tempting little candy coated chocolate candies, in bulk, so really, I'm stuck.