Jake has no idea how much money really is worth.Gee if only there were a way to determine what on earth the salary at such a job, which Jake is sure can't be lived on, would be.
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Yeah what a pauper's wage. Surely not even a bachelor could make it work on such a meager allowance in Renton! Why, one's rent should total no more than 25% of one's salary!
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Oh. Looks like a Senior Game Designer at WotC could pretty easily afford, on their own, a 2 bedroom apartment in Renton in walking distance to work.
Jake is utterly convinced no one in the industry makes any money, certainly not a "livable wage," even while he's ekeing out an existence in Connecticut on a burger-slinger's wage. He puts more barriers up in front of himself than any other person has ever put in front of him ... and yet he never considers for an instant that the qualifications are what would put this job out of reach. He's sure he's the most qualified person in the history of applications, and that the big reason to worry about applying is that they'd throw his application out of the pile out of extreme misogyny or wouldn't pay him enough for it to be worth his time to leave New London.
Personally, I wouldn't want that job, because I hate other people so much that 100K wouldn't be enough, much less the kind of people who work at WotC (Back in the 1990's, when they did an open hiring call, dudes showed up in fucking Star Trek uniforms to fucking job interviews, or wore their dad's suits, or wore fucking sweats. There were very few people who showed up on the day I know about in any kind of even slightly professional work clothing) nowadays, which is apparently a bunch of dangerhairs that even that kneeling cuck Mike Mearls couldn't survive without being eaten.
Jake couldn't do ANY of the requirements of the job, much less even manage to survive outside the job itself.
Picture Jake trying to do any of this:
Rent an apartment/house with no credit/bad credit
Trying to network with people in the area
Trying to get a driver's license or walking to work or taking public transit
Scouting out the local stores for where he can buy the things he wants (On 100+K/yr he can't shop at Wal-Mart any more)
Buying furniture that other people will be seeing
Having guests over
Figuring out which caterers he can trust for when guests are over
Figuring out what night life he wants to engage in.
Meeting with and interacting with his neighbors (part of networking)
Flying or driving to Washington State
Picking out a wardrobe that is professional
Shifting to new doctors for his troony fantasies
Getting involved with PNW troon groups while avoiding the real poison ones
Then, hand him, say, $10K a month and watch him totally fuck up. We'll say he pulls in 120K/year. He's single and a troon, so he'll lose 35% in federal taxes. That'll drop him to, oh, say $6,500.
But that isn't how he'll remember it. It'll be stuck in his head "I MAKE 10K A MONTH!" not "I bring home $6,500 after taxes and shit".
See, I've seen this shit before. You give someone like Jake 10K/mo and he'll be worse than bankrupt inside of 2 years and unemployed.
First, he'll be able to go boozing with his coworkers. He's got no experience with work parties and after-work parties, so who knows how long till he picks up a drug or alcohol habit
He'll buy too expensive furniture
He'll try to open credit accounts
He'll get the 'place he deserves' at probably 3-4K (30% of his paycheck) a month
He'll have to hire Uber for everything (that racks up quick)
Because he doesn't know how to cook, he'll order everything
Now, he'll start on the low end, because he's used to the poor people stuff. Then he'll see his coworkers (most of them with seniority and getting paid better) ordering from the high priced places and he'll do the same. He won't be aware that they don't order every fucking meal from these places.
Not to mention how much he'll start paying for his troony hobby. New titty skittles, more laser hair removal, more dresses and troon bullshit.
He'll be one of those fucking people that you know pulling down 120K/yr who is fucking absolutely broke and is buying $2000/mo in scented candles.
And that's before the Troon League of Extraordinary Grifters comes to call. You can bet suddenly Chelsea will remember his number. Ever fucking Troon he's so much as said hi to will come slithering out of the woodwork.
Of course, it'll never happen, because Jake doesn't have any of the skills or experience necessary to get that particular job, and he doesn't have the work ethic, skills, people skills, or raw talent to hold the position for longer than a week or two it'll take to figure out how to rid of his troon ass without provoking a lawsuit.