labour arbitrage

Fuck bitches make money. Is what they say. I went for dinner last night with a friend. It was alright. After dinner we went and got ice cream. We then hung out with his girlfriend and her friend. The girlfriend’s friend had a cat. The cat was funny. I worked again today. I had to carry less heavy stuff up stairs. That was nice. We finished early. I am now writing. Writing and fretting. The guy I’ve been working for finally brought up pay. He gave me a time sheet to fill out and we discussed a starting wage. It’s ok; I guess. It seems I’ll have to file my own tax, unemployment insurance, and CPP contributions. I know how to do it but I don’t really want to do it. It’s interesting the emotions that come up around money and payment and working. I like working. I want to get paid more, lol. I think everyone wants to get paid more. I guess it’s enough for now. Maybe I’ll ask for more if I have to do my own paperwork and shit. I had an incorporated company that I would charge through. I…