Green little piece of paper in hand, so thin you can almost see through it.

It's been here, it's been there.

Some have thrown it away, some hand it over meticulousy, almost painfully.

As I hold this little green man, I wonder what's it worth anyway?

On the surface, I know exactly what it is worth. One hundred dollars, it says so quite boldly.

But what's one hundred dollars worth anyway?

Is it worth a one night getaway when the thought of going home makes you want to scream?

Is it worth sparkly, attention getting brand name jeans?

Maybe a night out with friends, one that is barely remembered?

Or the starting of a savings plan for the newborn at home who surely won't stay little forever?

How about a week of groceries for a growing family?

After running through these questions in my mind, I came to the answer I liked best.

One hundred dollars means something different to each one of us.

The administratice decisions for those with the green man cause conflict, happiness, stress.

But, in the end, it's the green man who makes the world go around.