Knock on Wood.
2000-09-25 16:26:12
So, I'm working two extra hours today. Bah. That's nothing. I laugh at the six hour shift! Lusy kindly waited until 11 to call me, and I'd technically been asleep since 10:30, so it was all good. I guess what it comes to is that I don't mind working extra hours. It's just working on my day off (Remember, singular. Day off.) starts to get to me.And, there's no denying that money is good. It's funny, how much money we seem to have all of a sudden. Basically, the way I think of the budget is that D's checks cover the car, the student loan, and the rent. My checks and tips cover the small stuff. This all went according to plan, but since I didn't have to pay my student loan (it's still being deferred till next month), I used that check to buy D. a new jacket, and me a day of shopping and bonding with Anne. I thought that was the extra money for the month. Right now, I've got enough money to pay rent in my account, and D. still gets one more paycheck this month. How is this possible? Even when I try to convince myself that it can't be this easy (Oh, I bet I forgot to make the car payment. There's just no way I have this much extra money...) I go back and check my records, and find out it really is true. It boggles my mind. How can I have more than 200 extra dollars at the end of the month?? Yeah, it's not really extra money. I could easily spend it on next month's bills. But, I could also pay them with next month's money. That's not even paying them late. This is madness! People offer me things. Out of habit, I say, "I don't think I have the money. Let me get back to you." Then, I think about it for two minutes, and realize I have money in abundance. This is indeed the Good Life. And, yes. I am feeling paranoid, just saying that. Ana starts frantically knocking on her computer table. Knockonwoodknockonwoodknockonwood.! But really, it's because I work so damn much. Work is good. Even though there is a hell of a lot of it, work is good. Tips are good. I think the main reason I seem to have so much money now is that I get to take it all home with me. I'm making about the same tips I was at the casino, but I'm not paying taxes on most of them. (Jeez. I brag, in my online journal read by thousands, that I cheat on my taxes and I do a lot of drugs. It's a darn good thing no one knows who I really am. Maybe I should go put a disclaimer in the first entry. I made it all up. Yes, officer, yes I did. This whole journal is a work of fiction.) My, I'm in a good mood today. This thing you call sleep. I must try it more often.
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