When I got my first "real" job, I remember feeling so proud. The pay wasn’t glamorous, but to me, it was everything. I’d made it. I was earning my own money, wearing semi-professional clothes, and pretending I knew what “RRSP” stood for when people tossed it around at lunch.
Naturally, I celebrated by buying a giant sectional couch. On store credit. With interest that may as well have been highway robbery.
I was living in a 500-square-foot apartment. You couldn’t fully walk around the thing...
