The saying “another day, another dollar” is said by one displaying the urge to accrue capital. You have to get on that capitalist grindset: work; spend money; work again. Work 22 hours a day in the mines to get $220. Spend the 23rd hour shopping and the 24th hour resting. ‘Back to the mines at 1 am. This is the “grindset,” as it is referred to in some circles. This is “the hustle.”
That, or the saying “another day, another dollar” is from the $0.16/hr days, where one would on average earn about $1/day. Back in the good ‘ol days, when rent was $0.01. Ah, I remember those times. Back when the skies were blue and grass was green; before the smog coated the air and soot the grass, like oil to a jacket and a hat to a balding scalp. The good old days. Somewhere between the fall of the old gods and the rise of the new; between Zeus, Athena, and Poseidon, and Shell, Apple, and Volkswagen.
That, or the saying “another day, another dollar” is displaying awareness that one is just going through the motions. A cog that will get its oil so long as it turns when commanded to. A circuit that will give whatever 0 or 1 is needed in exchange for the sweet embrace of current. A pixel perfect printer — one that needs blue ink to print in black and white, of course — which will do whatever is demanded of it to get more of that $12,000 ink.
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