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 times a day, we were going to spend all of the time doing our jobs. Sometimes the jobs were fun but most of the time 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-time 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 same 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 time, 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 meat shop."
After buying my usual orders, I walked a few meters 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 time.
"Do you have cheese slices here?"
"Slices? You mean 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 me to have a profit.
"100 pieces cost 276 pesos."
"Then please give me 200 hundred pieces. If everything works well, maybe I will visit every day."
"Haha, that's good to hear. Once you become a loyal customer, maybe I will try to give you a discount. Here."
The fat man gave me 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 meat 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 times a week every morning. I was already accustomed to the unique aroma of the market where different scents merged 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 time to go to the shop.
The workers were already waiting for me, the equipment was already prepared and even the shop was swept off of dust. They are working and waiting for me.
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 endgame.
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 me 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 menu is because of one thing... I didn't think of it."
"..."
The two looked at me.
Well, I lied when I said that I didn't think of adding a cheeseburger in the menu. I was actually waiting for the System to give me the go signal.
"Haha! I can relate! Sometimes I forgot my brief after shitting!"
Waylen understood me 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 me, it's all for them.