money is evil

so even though i said i wouldn't do it again, i went right ahead and did it. reshoot #2 came along and i still had no job and after a bit of salary negotiation, i signed on for another bout of hell. yes, i like banging my head into walls. this one might have actually been worse than the last one but i was getting paid more so at least i had the mantra of "do it for the money." while i have since survived (and it took me a few weeks of recuperation before i could write about it because every time i would start thinking about it my mind would explode into a swirling mass of irate), i must say, money IS the root of all evil. it really does make me do things that i never would otherwise. like randomly sign up for psych/social experiments in college or once i donated blood to get free movie tickets (i was a regular donor anyway but that time in particular i did it for the tickets). it's hard to inference but i really do like my job regularly, just not when it's batshit crazy. maybe one day i can have real scruples but as an unemployed 28 11/12 year old woman who is contemplating future goals, scruples will have to wait. blah.