Category Archives: Finance

Economic Woes

Finance

In which my stress level? Is a little high.

Today I opened a spreadsheet and listed all our bills in it. We already need more than I’ll even make this month, and it’s only the 2nd. Let me tell you, it gets pretty scary when your spouse is unfortunately unemployed more than he’s employed over the span of a year. Especially when you’re carrying the kind of debt load we are.

I told Bread last week he’s gonna have to get a menial job selling car parts or sweeping floors or something if he can’t find any construction to do. I didn’t get the impression he really understood how bad it is — I do all the bookkeeping so he hasn’t really got a handle on it — hence today’s spreadsheet (aka Visual Aid #1). I think he thinks we can scootch by for a little longer, but we passed that point a couple of months ago.

I actually got served papers last week for an unpaid debt! Served. Papers. By the sheriff. In my own damn driveway. I feel like a fucking college student.

It’s sticky hot out. I’ve been wearing my glasses for two weeks, which makes me feel frumpy. I’m still kinda tired out from that stupid cold I had. I’m driving a big-assed gas-guzzling truck instead of my comfy and economical little jeep because we can’t afford the tires the jeep needs.

I’m gonna be pissed if I have to get a part-time job, I’ll tell you that right now.

So, when I get off work here in a few, I’m going to stop for a cold cocktail. (I have a chit for the Dew Drop, so I don’t even have to scrounge for change.) Then I’m going to go home, put on a bikini, and jump in the triangle pond. I’m going to swim a few laps, get my heart rate up, de-stress a little. Then I’ll lie on the beached dock in the sun and bake. It’ll be calming. It’ll be awesome.

I’ll let Mr. “I know how to cook, I just don’t feel like it much!” figure out how to get dinner out of our mostly empty larder. *chuckle*

In other news, I missed 2 out of 15 in the Pussy or Raw Meat? quiz. (I’m straight and a vegetarian, so I really haven’t seen much of either. That’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it.)

I want to be transferred into a new body

Finance, Health, Weather

In which IT’S ALIVE. And weather. And I’m driving the Big Black Truck.

Picture029.jpgThe conjunctivitis in my right eye is all cleared up now. However, the condition has moved to my left eye. So I’m still wearing my glasses, which totally sucks. And not in a good way.

The weather last night was awesome. When I stopped after work for gas, a giant storm was rolling in, complete with freshening breeze and big lowering clouds. I loved it. Midwesterners — myself included — spend a lot of time bitching about the weather because so much of it sucks. But a big intense plains storm is a treat.

In other news, the jeep still doesn’t have tires — we’re flat broke, even though a very cool friend gifted me a little cash for my “tire fund,” which was so unutterably nice — and I’m driving Bread’s big ol’ huge truck. It’s a pretty comfy ride, but it’s so gigantic that I’m chicken to drive it through drive-throughs or the bank. When I went in to make a deposit this morning, the teller asked me why I’d come in and I sheepishly had to explain that I wasn’t man enough to manoeuvre the damned thing between all those posts. I mean, it’s a late model truck. If I scratched it, my hubby’d never let me hear the end of it.

Despair

Finance, Health

In which I complain darkly.

Nine days ago I woke up sick. Sore throat, swollen tonsils. Two days of fever. Extreme fatigue. I didn’t make it to work until Friday afternoon. I’m still a little congested and my throat’s still a bit sore.

Then I started my period. A week early. This is not only annoying, it offends me. My cycle should obey the normal traffic laws and quit being a bitch. I shouldn’t have to feel tired and achy and puffy and bummed out until next week. I just shouldn’t.

To add insult to injury, yesterday my right eye turned all red and got a bit weepy. Yes: apparently I have fucking pink eye. OF ALL THINGS. So I’m wearing my glasses and will be for the next few days. (Must call my optometrist and find out if I can get my lenses sterilized or something; I wear gas perms and they’re fairly expensive to replace.) I went out and bought a new lens case and new solutions; I may be enough of a slob to get pink eye in the first place but I’m not about to contaminate my own self twice.

On top of all that, I’m fat (I need chocolate) and broke (I need a nap) and all my clothes are stupid (and I need about five grand) and I have a bad haircut (and I could use a vacation). (To New York City! I *heart* New York.)