How much am I worth?

Today was an interview with an international pre-school. The School looked great, had excellent resources and I generally agreed with their philosophy. Here's the catch. I have to name my price. So the question is how much do I think I'm worth? Well besides all the nice stuff that you cant put a price on happiness and making a kid smile is the best reward. Fuck that! I like kids but we're not talking about my own here, sure ill have a few favorites, shed a few tears when I'm gone, think about them from time to time and smile. But you know what'd make me smile even more, getting paid in full! mmmm hmmm show me the money honey! aint no lovin shit gonna buy me no Prada..nuh ahh!

I should stop here and point out the reason that I Have this bog is so I can structure my thoughts in a coherent fashion. Trying to sound coherent is one step closer to thinking coherently you might agree. So forgive me when I get in touch with my inner middle age gold digger. My mind is a democracy and everyone needs a turn. Besides that teaching young kids is hard work.

Where was I, oh yeah negotiating a salary. I'm actually intrigued by the concept. Always wanted to test my business acumen. There must be some part of male psychology that enjoys this playing the field. If women ruled the world we would most likely call it job gathering and I'm sure there would be less hardship and struggle but this is FUN!

Its balls to the wall negotiating people!

Meanwhile I am addicted to watching Dark Place and Nathan Barley on Youtube and getting into petty online arguments with people who annoy me. I should be able to ignore it. Perhaps I'm bored and find it cathartic however ultimately it makes me more miserable than ever and I actually start to sympathise with the person I am taunting followed by feelings of regret and shame. Oh dear.