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If you've been tacitly accused of this, can you provide me with a non-confrontational retort to the legions of ill-informed morons who don't see how much offence can be caused by saying that what I actually do for a living doesn't justify my salary? Experience reminds me that it's nearly always those who have a history of working for the public sector that level this kind of underhand accusation.


I work for a high street bank and in doing so I put in an excess of 60 hours a week.I put in the effort and overcame all the trepidation that comes with getting a degree and got myself a job immediately after leaving university. I may work for a bank where the majority shareholders are the taxpayer; but that doesn't give someone the right, regardless of how much tax they pay, the right to scold me for earning a six figure income. To have some lefty entitlement case - who nearly always earns significantly less than those in my position - cast unfounded doubt over whether what I do for a living justifies my wage is galling to say the least. I don't "earn too much". My value my is directly proportional to what my employers pay me. So suck it, losers. Not you charming folk of ED. Just the ignorant serfs who I look down upon. Bwahahahaha

Yeah, I'm such a 'loser' that I own my own house and can afford to send my kids to a private school. Unlike some around here who struggle to pay the mortgage and hinder their kids from childhood by shoving them off to the local comp where they'll rub shoulder with all the free dinner cases whose parents don't take any interest in their education or how disruptive they are. Loser? Dream on.


I bet you all wish you shopped at Waitrose when you're fretting over the receipt from Iceland.

You should've been there when I drove past Harris Girls' school the other day. One young lady's PE kit looked like it's been in the family for generations. I pity the poor fool who's repaid with tales of drug dealing and gang violence after sending their daughter there.

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