We've all run through the hypothetical situation right? The winning the lottery scenario? Telling your boss to jam it (not mine of course, Hi Nadia *waves*) paying off the house, buying a bigger one, purchasing a yacht, leaving town and never coming back. Doing whatever the hell it is you can’t do right now because you have to WORK. To you know, live and stuff.
Assuming my heart wouldn’t stop when the lotto official rang me up and advised me of my multimillion dollar windfall, actually, wait, as an aside, is that not the coolest job in the world? The ringer-upper person? “Hi, it’s Joyce from Gold Lotto, I’ve got some top news. You’re now a freaking multi-goddamn-MILLIONAIRE!!!
Back to me receiving the phone call and being informed that I am now 10 million dollars richer. Again, let’s assume I would take this all in my stride and would not pass out in the middle of the Woollies bakery section (where I generally am at any given time), and simply thank Joyce and make some arrangements to pick up my cheque, well straightafuckingway, then I guess I’d call Phil right? Yes of course I would. I’d tell him to down tools and get the hell out of the ditch he was digging, and to oh, tell his boss he’s a righteous prick and that he'll see him in Hell. Or maybe not. Just an idea.
Here’s where my thoughts get muddled.
Because it’s always been my desire, should I win the lottery, to pay out my very close friends and direct families, mortgages. But on the sly. You know, go into the bank, ask how much they owe and BAM, pay it out. When Mum was alive it was my first port of call to buy her any house she so desired. One night Phil and I sat down though and ran through this hypothetical. He was like “Um, do you really think we’d have enough to pay everyone’s mortgage out? Maybe we should like just give them $100K each.” So this is where it started to go all pear shaped.
We went through the process of friends thinking we were too selfish, too generous, too up ourselves and/or just too different now had that we "had money". We even had a mini argument over it. Who needed it more? How much would we need to live comfortably. Really? We were fighting over a situation we would more than likely never find ourselves in anyway? Crazy talk.
I can see how having too much money could be just as problematic as not having enough. I guess if we were smart, we’d just keep 10% out, chuck the rest in the bank and go study something we were really interested in. More than likely though, we’d probably end up like that dude in the UK who bought a massive parcel of land, bought dirt bikes and wasted all the rest on hookers and blow.
What would you do if you won the lottery? Already got it planned? Or perhaps like me, a good place to start would be to actually buy a ticket.
Side Note: It’s my birthday today (on the 21st) and Phil surprised me by organising 2 of my best friends, their husbands, my brother and his gorgeous partner meeting us at a restaurant on the weekend. I reckon I might have already won the lotto. Love you Guys x
|Myself and Bonnie|
|Myself and Phil|
|Jodi, Jeremy and a photobombing Bon|
|My brother Les and Rozy|