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fucking lol
after emptying the pig that we put our small change in, we made the rent, with $12 to spare, of which we immediately spent $5 on petrol so we could get home from the bank & be able to get to work tomorrow.
We do get paid on Friday, but, god, srsly.
I am so anxious right now i don't even.
Last May, I went over to the UK with a fat wad of cash, of which I blew $400 in a week. This year there are two of us, and though we can be much more careful than I was last year we sure as fuck won't have $800; we'll be there over the turn of the month so will have to pay March's rent before we leave; we will be stuck in Coventry and not even able to cook for ourselves for 3-4 days; I still need to badger someone into buying us bus tickets from London-Coventry for repayment in cash; I'll be missing almost two weeks of my better job plus a weekend at my worse one, and I do not get paid time off; M's passport still hasn't shown up; we need to be able to afford the drive back from Tampa to ATL after we get back, though I'll be getting paid while we're out there and M gets paid the day after we get back so we could just borrow a few dollars from one of the Tampa people and write them a cheque for it that they can collect on two days later.
I don't hate being poor, I just hate having to be poor & act like it. It's not like there's anything I want to do in Britain except for spending time with people I love and going on stupidly long walks, but I'll be doing a lot of saying 'no' when I don't particularly want to. There will be a lot of worrying about who I should and shouldn't ask back to no 30 because I can't afford to go out and about with them. And there are people I need to get presents for and I have no idea what I could get them that I could afford, etc etc.
Yeah, so it would have been a fuck of a lot better if M's job had actually paid him properly two weeks ago, and god knows if they'll actually give him his backpay this friday or ever, etc, but wow is it ever like not being anxious would require deliberately failing to do the maths. Why did I ask for Friday off? I hate me so much for that grrrr.
We do get paid on Friday, but, god, srsly.
I am so anxious right now i don't even.
Last May, I went over to the UK with a fat wad of cash, of which I blew $400 in a week. This year there are two of us, and though we can be much more careful than I was last year we sure as fuck won't have $800; we'll be there over the turn of the month so will have to pay March's rent before we leave; we will be stuck in Coventry and not even able to cook for ourselves for 3-4 days; I still need to badger someone into buying us bus tickets from London-Coventry for repayment in cash; I'll be missing almost two weeks of my better job plus a weekend at my worse one, and I do not get paid time off; M's passport still hasn't shown up; we need to be able to afford the drive back from Tampa to ATL after we get back, though I'll be getting paid while we're out there and M gets paid the day after we get back so we could just borrow a few dollars from one of the Tampa people and write them a cheque for it that they can collect on two days later.
I don't hate being poor, I just hate having to be poor & act like it. It's not like there's anything I want to do in Britain except for spending time with people I love and going on stupidly long walks, but I'll be doing a lot of saying 'no' when I don't particularly want to. There will be a lot of worrying about who I should and shouldn't ask back to no 30 because I can't afford to go out and about with them. And there are people I need to get presents for and I have no idea what I could get them that I could afford, etc etc.
Yeah, so it would have been a fuck of a lot better if M's job had actually paid him properly two weeks ago, and god knows if they'll actually give him his backpay this friday or ever, etc, but wow is it ever like not being anxious would require deliberately failing to do the maths. Why did I ask for Friday off? I hate me so much for that grrrr.