In school, to motivate a mother to my brother paid up to a quarter of the ruble for every five. And get this money was crucial - no pocket money was not issued at all. Frankly, the issue had nothing, we lived a wealthy life.
But no special feeling to receive that money does not remain. That this particular crunch between your fingers when you take notes on them and feel the smell of your sweat labor. But on the coins, which I knocked out in the backyard playing with the boys in the cue, the smell was. Special reckless and very tart and heady. Strange that I was able to overcome it and give up gambling. Perhaps the reason is that I always thought these games boring, and learn to read or do not want to count an opponent. Play the same random order of earnings - a strange, dangerous and just plain stupid.
My first hard-earned money came to me after the first course, when I worked as a carpenter in a couple of summer months ZhEKe. It was a fun experience. Physical labor peacefully stepped aside when I was born. But at that moment it was the only way to earn something on vacation. Basically I was doing ' nothing '. But in between doing nothing, I rooted out old windows, sawed boards on the circular saw and goods of other boards in stock. The other machines other than circular saw I was not allowed to approach, and on that I nearly cut off his finger, leaving a scar for life in the form of a pale white triangular spot on the thumb.
I do not remember what my salary was then. I do not remember, and how much was on the following holidays, when my father worked hard month on peat. But just remember, what was the salary at the hospital when I got a job there. 300 rubles. Live on them and in 1998 was not. However, I could see the money in the hands of the far right - delayed wages.
Probably, therefore, the first stable salary at the university seemed more important. And when I got a much larger amount of cash in a website design studio, which was arranged by the programmer, this was the first real ecstasy of earnings. The amount of ridiculous - $ 130 per month. But it was more than my salary at the hospital and the university put together.
The feel of each of the next paycheck melted like spring snow, it's time their earnings. The first occurred when he was still in regular work at the hospital. And then there were part-time work. I even designed the legal entity, even got him some payments, but it did not bring a real treat.
Even when I ran the printing press and the flow of money has become palpable, it still was not that pleasant sensation of earnings. Everything was quickly came and went, leaving a feeling of emptiness inside. I began to learn to spend money, was simply to spend more, but that's not the feeling ' my little crispy bills '. It happened later. When there was a fucked up, and we ran with a partner. When I was on the verge of shut down and return to work at his uncle. But then came the election, and I got a good deal. This quick and easy money was not then never. And probably will not be. We worked like hell, but a couple of weeks of labor has brought a very good profit. Let me not keep the money in their hands, but it felt like fucking.
The next point was an accident in a year. When I signed the tax records. And then it dawned on me that the amount of something great. Careful reading, then call back the accountant. G- pa. The first time I wrapped up the quarter worth more than 2 million. In November we received the account 750tys. And in December - 1 million. And it was just as strong a sense of how those first truly earned money. The first such major boundary.
The second was when his future wife earned at the travel agency first half profit for the season. Whether it is spread out like a web- studio or advertising agency, by month, it would not have looked impressive, but so it was a huge pile of money. Even for me then. Of course, this money was then eaten in the winter, when no one is going nowhere, but the fact remains. In my memory.
But now there is no sense. Something is in the account, something on a different account. I opened a bank or a client- keeper - and nothing. empty. Not on account. At the heart.
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