During my senior year of high school, I suffered from excruciating stomach pain in the Boy fuck you’ shirt of a volleyball game. It was against our biggest rival and was the most important game of the regular season, so I pushed through the game. Immediately. My mom is a nurse and a badass. She never wants to visit the ER unless absolutely necessary (she once cut her finger open so badly on Thanksgiving cutting the turkey that she saw her own tendon and she glued her finger back together with skin glue herself over our kitchen sink).
I was the “computer guy” before there was such a thing as “IT” in companies. One day a manager had a corrupt spreadsheet file. It was on a floppy disk (this tells you how long ago this was). I was good … I recovered and restored the file but as I was verifying that it was intact, I was presented with a columnar list of every employee’s salary.
Boy fuck you’ shirt, hoodie, sweater, ladies-tee and tank top
Best Boy fuck you’ shirt
So when she asked my teammate’s mom to drive my car home for Boy fuck you’ shirt so it wouldn’t be left at school and told me to leave everything in the locker room and get in the car, I knew it was serious. Fast forward to in the ER, and a nurse comes in to put my IV in. The pain was so bad I was in a sweat, and blood was everywhere.
I never divulged what I had seen, but I had a lot more respect for my peers who were on an astonishingly low end of the pay spectrum, and a bit of condescension for better-paid employees who I regarded as fairly incompetent. I was higher on that list than I would have guessed.