cut and dried
A chart comparing the social status of your job, level of education, income and total wealth tells you roughly what class you fit into by percentile of the American population; bottom fifth, lower middle, middle, upper middle, top fifth.
I put in my info and came out more or less in the middle of the middle. And you wouldn’t believe the fight reaction, seeing my rank and category in black and white. I look at the number and think, okay, what can I tweak that puts me into a higher bracket? How realistic are those tweaks? Within the next couple years?
Too bad neurosurgery sounds kinda gross and my computer skills are basic. I could have had it made. Once the adrenaline rush passes I calm down and realized that being nearer the top of this chart probably won’t improve my life significantly, and I never want to be part of the category of people who are expected to attend parties with Paris Hilton anyway. I like my uncomplicated life, you know?
However, if I ever wanted to have a family comfortably, I would want to be somewhere in the upper middle range and even then plan carefully for retirement. So the fight is on, whether I like it or not. A decision not to fight might be an irreversible one.
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