RDD 119
So does my everyday life boring and bland as fuck? Well, sorry to say this but this was the normal life of a working adult.
Six tis a day, we were going to spend all of the ti doing our jobs. Sotis the jobs were fun but most of the ti it was repetitive and boring.
That was the truth. The life of a working adult was like this and it was impossible to break this pattern unless he resigned his job. Unfortunately, career is an important aspect for adults, they can't eat if they don't work. So people have to stick to their jobs no matter how boring it is.
Honestly, my situation is much better than a normal working adult. I own my business.
However, even a small-ti businessman had a repetitive life. I have to work hard because my business is just getting started.
So if you think my life is boring as an adult, you are actually right. But don't worry, once you reach adulthood, you will realize that most people have the sa boring life. All of us were slaves to our jobs. In other words, we are slaves of money.
Even billionaires were part of this spectrum. Billionaires are expanding their businesses just to earn more money. So the importance of money is impossible to break.
Just like my usual boring life, I woke up around 5:30 am. I blend a coffee and took a shower. Then I kissed my gorgeous wife goodbye and used my truck to go to the market.
This ti, my usual routine was a bit new because I have another thing to buy... That's right, I'm going to buy cheese slices for my burgers.
"I heard that there's a dairy shop close to the at shop."
After buying my usual orders, I walked a few ters and found a dairy shop.
I entered the shop and greeted the person inside.
"Good morning."
"Good morning, sir. What do you like to buy? We have fresh milk from the farm, here."
The person is a bit fat but his arms looked strong. He probably carried heavy stuff most of the ti.
"Do you have cheese slices here?"
"Slices? You an thin cheese slices for burgers and sandwiches?"
"That's right." I nodded.
"We have it here. But we sell them in 100 pieces at the least. We don't sell portions here."
"How much?"
That might be the most important question. I wanted to know how I could price my new product-- Cheeseburger. If it was expensive, then I naturally have to increase the price too. Enough for to have a profit.
"100 pieces cost 276 pesos."
"Then please give 200 hundred pieces. If everything works well, maybe I will visit every day."
"Haha, that's good to hear. Once you beco a loyal custor, maybe I will try to give you a discount. Here."
The fat man gave two boxes filled with cheese slices... It was smaller than I expected.
Well, these were thin slices and it was impossible to have the size of a Queso De Bola. Besides, the price was not that bad.
276 pesos for a hundred slices of cheese? That was cheap even if the cheese was low class.
"Thanks, sir."
"Return again if you want more cheese!"
I stepped out of the shop after paying. I returned to my car and saw that the workers from the at shop already put the ingredients into the truck.
My next destination was the vegetable shop for lettuce and tomatoes. They sold flour and cooking oil too.
I did this kind of job six tis a week every morning. I was already accustod to the unique aroma of the market where different scents rged into one.
"I'm thinking of buying ingredients everything week instead but there are ingredients that are perishable such as lettuces and tomatoes. They won't last a week. Maybe once I have proper storage, I will buy them wholesale."
Once I bought all of the ingredients, it was ti to go to the shop.
The workers were already waiting for , the equipnt was already prepared and even the shop was swept off of dust. They are working and waiting for .
We carried the ingredients into the shop and started our usual jobs of grinding and molding the patties.
I hate to say it to young people who believe that their lives would be different... But your future has a strong chance of ending like a normal working adult. A person who spends 6 days of his every week at his job. I assure you, that would be your endga.
However, unlike other workers who were depressed about their never-ending job, I was trying to work while having fun.
In fact, I'm having fun right... Because I could earn 6 thousand pesos every day. That fact gave the motivation to work hard.
"By the way, we have another burger to sell."
I announced the new product to Santiago and Waylen.
"Is it a cheeseburger?" Waylen asked.
"That's right. It's pretty obvious. The only reason why I only added this to this nu is because of one thing... I didn't think of it."
"..."
The two looked at .
Well, I lied when I said that I didn't think of adding a cheeseburger in the nu. I was actually waiting for the System to give the go signal.
"Haha! I can relate! Sotis I forgot my brief after shitting!"
Waylen understood very well. Plus points.
"Anyway, we will only add a cheese slice to the burger and that's it... We will sell it for 20 pesos."
I didn't consult my wife about the price of our new product. But I do believe that the price is within expectations.
Even Santiago and Waylen were not that shocked.
"Okay, boss!"
"I understand, brother-in-law."
"Let's start our job then."
Ah, the life of a working adult.
The only thing that made my life worthwhile was the family I have. All of this was not for , it's all for them.
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