Last day of the month. And we all know what that means.
A month-long they spend toiling. Shuffling into the office each morning, hatred oozing from a not-so-cheery hello and the compulsion to work.
Every dying ember of a Friday afternoon would feel like the beginning of a carnival. And Sunday evenings, a dousing of spirits.
They bear it all because there comes a day — the last day of the month — when they would make up for all they’ve lost. A day to give money away to an unknown face behind computer screens and cash counters. A face, though smiles, relies on secret one-time passwords to check they aren’t cheats.
All that to acquire material stuff.
“A hat with a lion on it! I so need it to show off to my friends.”
“That grey converse looks good. I could alternate it with my blue and black ones.”
“Wow, I have a shirt that’d go so well with that scarf.”
“It’s almost December, shouldn’t I get a new pair of gloves? My old ones are…old.”
“He got a phone and I need to get at least a new cover for mine.”
For the next two days, shopping malls and online sites will flood with young people. They’d spend hard-earned remuneration on flip flops designed like Mickey Mouse.
And as they surf stall after stall, retailers stalk them with delightful deals. Buy one and get something free. Ah, yes! I’ll take a pair of designer shoes, please. And a cake of soap to go with that. It’s good it’s free. I need that soap because I can’t get it elsewhere.
And since they bought something and got something free with that, they get another offer: Shop for more than 5 percent of your income and get 2 percent off!
Well, why the hell not?
At the end of the day, spending all that money makes them feel so much secure and good about themselves. If that’s what it takes to take on Monday at the work, then so be it.