My boss is always complaining about not having enough money, much to the amusement of us lowly minions who work for him. Any sympathy he might have had was finally lost when his salary and those of his academic peers were published on the internet. (How many zeros is that??)  It’s particularly frustrating to the student at the bottom of our totem pole, who is sustained by whatever happens to be the vending machine. Conversely, the same student’s parents, who he relies on for money, also frequently complain about their meagre finances. It leads us to the generalisation that the more money someone has, the less well-off they consider themselves to be.

I also succumbed to this mindset recently. My own finances have been a little dire, since I dived recklessly into homeownership. But my mother recently came to my rescue (proving you’re never too old or too proud for a hand-out from mom). Did this relieve my financial anxiety? Strangely, no. I breathed a quick sigh of relief and then tightened my grip on my new fortune.

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Philomena