There, maybe that will get us some traction if I pretend that this post is all political. :)
I had a sobering realization over the weekend while cleaning out my home office. I say office, but it's really just a section of my house that I devote to storing large quantities of crap that would loosely be considered "mine". Among the items uncovered while cleaning this mess was a statement from the Social Security Administration that detailed the fabulous benefits awaiting me should I work myself into the grave (seriously…working until I'm 70?!?). Or rather, the fabulous benefits that await the family members who survive me, but hardly knew me as I spent 50 years toiling away for this $2,000 per month benefit. While that was depressing on it's own, it was the other information that the pamphlet contained that I found more distressing.
In addition to detailing the monthly pittance I am due if I live long enough to collect it (which reminds me, I should really piss myself off and project out how much money I am putting into the system, just to see how long I would have to live to get it back on the back end), it contained a list of how much money I've made since I started working so many moons ago. For the moment, I'm assuming that my Medicare earnings are close to the real deal.
Growing up, one occasionally spends some time thinking about earning your first million dollars. I don't remember any specific thoughts that I had, but I'm sure that I thought it was going to be fabulous and that my underpants would be sewn out of $20 bills. According to this irritating little piece of paper, at the conclusion of 2006 I had earned approximately $999,642.00 in my lifetime to that point. Which means that at some point on January 2, 2007 – I crossed the threshold of having earned my first million dollars.
I could not possibly be more unimpressed with how I've chosen to squander that money. Can I sue somebody (other than me) about this?