One of my friends taught a technical high school subject, and he says once he made the mistake of saying “you have to learn this stuff unless you want to end up working as a garbageman.” Some smart-Alec kid sticks up his hand and says “My dad is a garbageman for the city and makes $28 an hour.” then the whole class starts pounding their desks, chanting “garbageman! Garbageman!” and laughing.
He said “you have to be really careful what you say nowadays.”
And several years later in the city I live now, they laid off all the garbagemen, contracted it out, and replaced manual labour loading trucks with automated garbage bins distributed to each household. So only one driver, no loaders, and the arm on the truck does the heavy lifting. And that driver gets closer to minimum wage.
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When I got married, both my wife and I worked and had decent incomes. I suggested separate incomes since I was concerned that we might not realize each other were writing checks and go into overdraft. But by the time the money thing got settled out after the honeymoon (we settled on joint account) I realized we were almost entirely using credit cards and paying bills online with the bank app; our cheque use dwindled from maybe once or twice a month in 1999 very quickly to about once every year or two nowadays since eTransfers came along - most cheques had been for personal things not big payments. And we consult and agree before any significant purchases.
I remember spending a summer with my much older step-sister’s family back before 1970; she handled much of the financial stuff mainly because he was commuting to work from 7AM to 6PM while she looked after kids, groceries, etc. I believe she paid cash, and i was astounded to se a cart full of groceries came to the amazing sum of $100. Money was obviously a concern, because she tasked us with keeping a running total in our heads. I believe she paid cash.
When I visited for the daughter’s wedding 15 years later, they were running all over the college town writing cheques to every business. (My niece worked at a large grocery store part time, and complained because she said a co-worker had told the manager about her wedding flower order there “Why is she allowed to order that? She can’t afford it!” No, but mommy and daddy can.)
Another fun anecdote - I worked for a large manufacturer, and they had started direct deposit back in the late 1960’s when the banks went full computer. Someone mentioned that when this happened, a lot of the men from the plant had to explain to their wives why they were suddenly being paid so much; apparently they used to get paid (cash? cheque?) and drink or gamble half the money before they got home on Friday.