My second favorite movie of all time is It's a Wonderful Life. You would not believe how closely I identify with George Bailey, a guy who always wanted to achieve way more in life than he was ever able to, and was only able to barely scrape by. Yes, he had a loving wife and beautiful children, but they lived in a drafty old house and he could never afford to get them the nicer things or ever travel anywhere. Poor guy didn't even get a honeymoon because of all his stupid customers taking his money during the bank run. All his friends went off and made big money, like Sam Wainwright. Hee-haw.
Well, like George, I'm worth more dead than alive. Maybe if I go jump off a bridge my angel second class will come down, we can skip the alternate no-Astro universe because I know it would suck, and then all my friends will take a collection to help me pay off my debts. Yeah right. Maybe I'll get a decent raise this year, but it won't be enough. Retire eventually? No, I'm going to die in my cubicle if I don't figure out something different to do.