The Simoleon Equation

We've just started playing The Sims. Just started if it's me, of course; just continued if you're talking to Verano, who will play The Sims, but only The Sims, and no other kind of video game ever made ever. I'll make this thought short, because it's late and I need to turn in: I was inevitably comparing myself to my little Simulated self, and I wondered why my Sim ("Claudio") had to settle for a measly $308 a day job. Of course, I already work for less than that, but...who has time to be mad about such cruel realities? My Sim is getting underpaid, dammit. It's makes me mad, even if I can't properly apply this heavy, appropriate metaphor to the part of my life that is undoubtedly mostvulnerable to its teachings. So, Claudio is so much responsibility that, when he finally gets home, I wonder if the rest of his upkeep is worth the measly $308 he makes everyday? Plus, on that salary, I don't get to build a fancy home, or edit his lifestyle, at least not any time soon. Why worth the trouble? I can just cheat and put in the multi-million dollar code. There! Now, suddenly, Claudio can have whatever he wants, and I'm stuck here living vicariously through a computer program when I could be making these unspecified dreams come true for myself. In the fake game of Life there's a cheat code that gets it done for you. In the real game that cheat code is only wishful thinking. Claudio has the best house of any scientific test subject that I know.