2003-02-17
Lotto Club
People say I waste my money on things like cds, alcohol, water, and cigarettes. But those aren't really a waste. When I dish out $20, I get a cd in return. When I put down $4.50, I'm given a rye and coke. When I contribute $4 a month to the water club, I get an unlimited supply of H20. When I pay $8.25, dad hands me a pack of smokes. Do you see the pattern? Give money - get something back. But when I hand someone at work $3, I see nothing EVER in return.
I'm part of the lottery club at work, and it is a fucking complete waste of money. We only ever dish out money when the lottery is super large, you know the time when EVERYONE else purchases tickets, so statiscally your chances of winning are practically non-existant. It's like they pick the worse time to buy tickets and THEN buy tickets. We'd have a better chance at winning money when the lottery was only a million because not as many people buy tickets. But when it is 5 million or more, everyone buys tickets hence drastically reducing our chances of winning. The couple times the "club" has won we just "re-invest" the money.
The most we've ever won is $60 and it was decided we'd split that one. $60 divide by 15 people works out to....$4 PER PERSON. Everyone was estatic. They went out to lunch to celebrate. Of course lunch cost more than $4 and they were once again in the hole for that lottery-purchasing-ticket-week. Just like normal, I guess.
I probably shouldn't bitch as much. The money is going to charity. But the sad part is people here really think we are going to win (well more than the $10 we tend to win). At least once a week people will gather and discuss what they are going to do with their share of the winnings. These people have well-rehearsed speaches set that they intend to deliver to managers when we've hit it big. Their final fuck-off farewell so to speak. One lady intends to go up to the manager and tweak his nose and then leave. She is really proud of this plan too. You can hear the pride in her voice when she tells her story. She stands up straighter and imagineryly pats herself on the back for being so engenious every time she tells it.
Why am I part of the club? Well when I first got here I declined. But I was harrassed into joining it. I was taunted. I was forced into submission. I was told, "Well, when we win you'll be the only idiot still working here. You'll have to do all our work." I wanted to be popular. I wanted to be down with the cool kids. I wanted to hang with the hip 45 year olds. So here I am: $3 broker and bitching about my coolness.
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popnoir at 7:05 p.m.