Yesterday, at work (notice the amount of liberty I take with the word ‘work’) the head analyst paid a visit and discovered that the interns they are paying (for its not in vogue to pay interns here in Pakistan) aren’t really doing anything. So, today, we’re getting transferred 😦 Lets see where they throw us.
By some strange co-incidence, three of us have started working at the same time. My sister S is teaching Montessori and makes way more than me. Someone had mistakenly told me Finance paid good money. 😦 My brother has started an online job and is making more than the two of us put together. It goes without saying that Matt is the biggest recipient of benefits but sometimes he’s too much of a brat.
Yesterday, over breakfast, he says that he’s tried of having lunch from the bakery so we should make him pies like his friend brings.
‘The oven doesn’t work,’ my sister pointed out and since we live in a rented house, my father’s not likely to buy a really good one. We can’t lug it around with us to a new house. Its such a waste of money that my Dad will never get it.
‘Well,’ Matt says, ‘ you can … when you get your pay check, you can easily get a really good oven.’
My sister and I exchange a look
‘Its not very expensive,’ Matt adds.
‘Really?’ I say, ‘Then I won’t get you whatever you wanted and get the oven instead.’
‘No,’ he says, ‘see, after you’ve bought A‘s present and mine, you still have a lot of money left over. Like after you get stuff for us, you’ll still have *he stops to calculate* half of your paycheck left. And S can add in hers and we can buy a really nice oven.’
I leaned over the table ‘That leftover is my money’
Matt ‘what do you want money for?’
Me: ‘No presents for you. You can buy an oven with your Eid money. Eid is in Spetember so you don’t have to wait too long.
Matt: ‘You are kind of mean’
Me: ‘I’m very mean’.