I’m beat. Some bizarre combination of actual work-like activity, nightly gym visits and keeping up with Aunt Flo has managed to suck the ever-loving sassypants right out of me. I apologize in advance for the following:
1. OMGBroke. Poverty? Does not look good on me. At. All. Alas, I joined the company right at the tail end of a pay period, so I may be waiting three weeks for my next paycheck. If I had been making real money while I was a temp, I wouldn’t be concerned, but I wasn’t making real money as a temp. I was making $3 less per hour than I was earning temping in Boston. Seven years ago.
I was making ass.
The only positive to that was the fact that said asswage was being doled out weekly, so I had just enough cashflow to eek out a living.
God help me from now until mid-November. I’ll be eating cup soup and PB&J. Brace yourselves for the attitudinal stank.
2. Speaking of broke, why do I have more invites on the table for this weekend than I’ve had for, like, well, ever? Why, when I am honest-to-god taking spare change to the Coinstar machine in hopes I can get a tenner for the weekend? Watch. The weekend I get my first paycheck, everyone will be in hiding for the season.
Eh, I had more to complain about, but I’m actually too tired to bother, and if I don’t haul myself to the gym now, I won’t make it today.
Wow, we are living parallel lives right now. I’m broke, too for the same reasons. I feel your pain.
That sux. I love the Coinstar machine though. Its saved my ass on many an occasion.
The same thing happens to me on the socializing. If R is in town for a weekend, everyone and their mother all of a sudden wants to get out and chit. IRRITATING.
Okay I’m not even around AF time and I’m bitching. At least it’s Friday. *HUG*