Time is Money

I am so tired of hearing this phrase at my work whenever our district manager comes in to boss us around. It's funny though because she doesn't say it to me when I'm working; she only says it to me when I am in the backroom getting water. God forbid I take 30 seconds out of the company's time to get a drink of water during a nine hour shift. That nine hour shift though is being paid to me for my time and nothing else and I am useless to Baker's Shoes in that sense. I'm sure I'm making more than whoever actually assists in making these shoes and it's weird to think about. I wouldn't even know where to begin in making a five inch, sling-back, black, patent stiletto, but what I do know how to do is listen to rich women bark out their size and then I go run in the back room to fetch it up a seven foot ladder. The actual shoes that Bakers makes, not the branded ones, are really crappy. They are impossible to break in, uncomfortable, and are really cheap so it's weird how I can slap a $89.99 sticker on it and it shouldn't be worth anymore than $30. It's really depressing how that the person involved in the actual production in the shoe is probably getting paid less than me. But then the reverse side is that my aunt is obsessed with making jewelry and spends so much time making it and gets really exicted when she gets an expensive bead and then her time equals out to nothing because there is so one there to buy it. Is it sad that I have never really thought about the whole time is money thing a lot until now? I feel like a brat for complaining about my nicely commissioned job and never really taking the time to think why I get the money for my time and other people dont.