I am nearing the end of my Lent/NotBuyingIt period and many people have been asking if I have saved any money. The answer is NO. And here is a list of reasons why:
1. I owe taxes. How I managed this when I collected 6 weeks of unemployment is a mystery.
2. My hours at work were cut. I work ten hours less per pay period then I did before.
3. I have been sick which has required twice spending money on drugs and doctor visits.
4. Everything seems to cost more right now.
5. The people at Sprint are idiots. When I got a new phone, in November, they didn't add my texting service to my phone. So I was charged 10cents per text (400+ texts a month!) for three months until I realized what was going on. But of course they don't believe this is my problem.
And who knows what other reasons I have not really saved that much money.
And I am still sick.
So now I am on antibiotics and mucus medicine. And I have to eat a lot of yogurt. Why? Because the doctor said the antibiotics cause yeast infections (yeah, gross) so I have to eat yogurt to counteract that. I hate yogurt. I sure hope that men get yeast infections from taking these same antibiotics. Otherwise, those drug manufacturers need to get their shit together. And because the whole thing is gross and I am paranoid, I've been eating three things of yogurt a day. (so - 6. Unplanned yogurt bill - as a reaon I didn't save any money).
I know the reason you read these blogs is for the times when I overshare like that. But I don't care.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Friday, March 20, 2009
Well I have fully recovered from being sick, I think. And my sleeping has normalized so it must have been the meds causing me insomnia. Don't get me wrong, I still go to bed way too late and get up way too early.
Work is good (except, see rant below). I'm still doing okay on my "not eating cheese" and "not buying things" mission. There are good moments and there are bad moments, but April 11 is not that far off, right?
MB is leaving on her spring break tomorrow, leaving me home alone for a week with Chaser who will love me unconditionally for about three days and then continue ignoring me once MB returns. Which always makes me mad because I always want everyone to love me best.
Work Rant:
Yesterday a woman called the store and asked if we had books about pediatrics. Yes. Do you have books about facts about pediatrics? I'm not sure, but what are you looking for? I'm looking for a book about raising a child from birth to like age 14 and the advice for doing that. Well it doesn't look like we have anything specific to the things you are saying as far as a key word search of the title goes. However, there might be something on the shelf with a different title. Can you go look? (Big sigh from me, which is rude) I can, but it will take a while. Well I'll call back in ten minutes. (So I go up to the parenting section and browse around). There is a book about raising your child from birth to age five and one for age five to age twelve. I didn't find anything else similar to what you are describing. (I said when she called back). What is the book about? (I read her the table of contents). Can you look in the medical section? Can you look through all the titles on the shelf? (I wanted to say - sure. And I will make you a razor blade sandwich while I am at it). I could but I think you really should do some research on your own and come into the store. I would be happy to help you when you come in.
What I should have said was, All you need to know about how to raise your kid you can learn from watching The Sound of Music and Roseanne. All you nned to know about how NOT to raise your child can be learned from watching episodes of Cops and The Brady Bunch.
Let me give you a little advice about calling the store and asking us to do your personal shopping for you.
1. The first words our of your mouth should not be "The parking there sucks, I liked you better when you were across the street. Can you find these books so I don't have to waste my time finding a parking space?"
2. Have a general idea of what you are looking for. Don't say, I'm looking for a book but I don't know the title or the author. Unless your book happens to be something I've read, something a million other people have requested (like an Oprah book) or sitting right in front of me - I can't help you.
3. You should be sort of witty, maybe a bit charming. Flirting helps, and for the love of god - be specific.
4. Don't give us an excuse or a story for why you are trying to make us do your shopping. We don't want to hear it. It makes you sound disorganized and lazy.
Yesterday I mailed a copy of High Times magazine to a man living thirty minutes away from the store. He said he had AIDS and was had a medicinal growers permit. It was a horrible long story and at the end of it I was convinced I was actually talking to AA's exboyfriend J.
Work is good (except, see rant below). I'm still doing okay on my "not eating cheese" and "not buying things" mission. There are good moments and there are bad moments, but April 11 is not that far off, right?
MB is leaving on her spring break tomorrow, leaving me home alone for a week with Chaser who will love me unconditionally for about three days and then continue ignoring me once MB returns. Which always makes me mad because I always want everyone to love me best.
Work Rant:
Yesterday a woman called the store and asked if we had books about pediatrics. Yes. Do you have books about facts about pediatrics? I'm not sure, but what are you looking for? I'm looking for a book about raising a child from birth to like age 14 and the advice for doing that. Well it doesn't look like we have anything specific to the things you are saying as far as a key word search of the title goes. However, there might be something on the shelf with a different title. Can you go look? (Big sigh from me, which is rude) I can, but it will take a while. Well I'll call back in ten minutes. (So I go up to the parenting section and browse around). There is a book about raising your child from birth to age five and one for age five to age twelve. I didn't find anything else similar to what you are describing. (I said when she called back). What is the book about? (I read her the table of contents). Can you look in the medical section? Can you look through all the titles on the shelf? (I wanted to say - sure. And I will make you a razor blade sandwich while I am at it). I could but I think you really should do some research on your own and come into the store. I would be happy to help you when you come in.
What I should have said was, All you need to know about how to raise your kid you can learn from watching The Sound of Music and Roseanne. All you nned to know about how NOT to raise your child can be learned from watching episodes of Cops and The Brady Bunch.
Let me give you a little advice about calling the store and asking us to do your personal shopping for you.
1. The first words our of your mouth should not be "The parking there sucks, I liked you better when you were across the street. Can you find these books so I don't have to waste my time finding a parking space?"
2. Have a general idea of what you are looking for. Don't say, I'm looking for a book but I don't know the title or the author. Unless your book happens to be something I've read, something a million other people have requested (like an Oprah book) or sitting right in front of me - I can't help you.
3. You should be sort of witty, maybe a bit charming. Flirting helps, and for the love of god - be specific.
4. Don't give us an excuse or a story for why you are trying to make us do your shopping. We don't want to hear it. It makes you sound disorganized and lazy.
Yesterday I mailed a copy of High Times magazine to a man living thirty minutes away from the store. He said he had AIDS and was had a medicinal growers permit. It was a horrible long story and at the end of it I was convinced I was actually talking to AA's exboyfriend J.
Monday, March 16, 2009
My dearest little buddy RF is engaged to DB and I am so excited for him. I am sort of sad that he may be moving to Boston but I guess I will adjust. And really, what can a person do?
On Saturday night I went to Southeast to attend a party and fell asleep on the bus and was very confused as to where I was to the point of having to ask AA to crack into my facebook to find the address and then google/map it to find out what side of the street it was on. And I was also confused and disoriented because I was assaulted by some crazed drunken pan-handler. I had to smack him with my umbrella.
At first I laughed it off and thought, fucking weirdo! But then I got really shaky and realized I really was assaulted. I had disembarked from the bus and was trying to figure out which way to go next and I hear this "Honey." from behind me and turned to see the same crazy guy who was asking me for change earlier, standing behind me. "Are you okay?" he asked as he used his hands to pull my scarf and therefore me towards him, also taking this opportunity to rub my breasts and breath alcohol in my face.
Perhaps I should get some mace.
This not buying it and no cheese thing is really catching up with me. I have never been so sad as yesterday as I waved at RF and AA as they walked off to Sunday lunch while I went home.
I think I am actually depressed by this whole thing. I have been sleeping odd hours and been sick and had insomnia and been a bit crazy. At first I thought the sleep was related to being sick and on medicine. But it is not. So I really need to focus on finding something to fill my time. I am usually a very social person but I don't socialize at home so not being able to be out spending money has put a damper on that.
I have always been a bit too "in my head" about things and also sort of a "swallow your feelings" type girl. So adding the extra stress and loneliness of this little social experiment is not helping anything.
Not that I'm looking for a doctor's excuse to get out of it. Because unlike SOME people, I have not been spending money on rummage sales. (BURN).
I will now go home and make some curry. Because curry makes everything better.
On Saturday night I went to Southeast to attend a party and fell asleep on the bus and was very confused as to where I was to the point of having to ask AA to crack into my facebook to find the address and then google/map it to find out what side of the street it was on. And I was also confused and disoriented because I was assaulted by some crazed drunken pan-handler. I had to smack him with my umbrella.
At first I laughed it off and thought, fucking weirdo! But then I got really shaky and realized I really was assaulted. I had disembarked from the bus and was trying to figure out which way to go next and I hear this "Honey." from behind me and turned to see the same crazy guy who was asking me for change earlier, standing behind me. "Are you okay?" he asked as he used his hands to pull my scarf and therefore me towards him, also taking this opportunity to rub my breasts and breath alcohol in my face.
Perhaps I should get some mace.
This not buying it and no cheese thing is really catching up with me. I have never been so sad as yesterday as I waved at RF and AA as they walked off to Sunday lunch while I went home.
I think I am actually depressed by this whole thing. I have been sleeping odd hours and been sick and had insomnia and been a bit crazy. At first I thought the sleep was related to being sick and on medicine. But it is not. So I really need to focus on finding something to fill my time. I am usually a very social person but I don't socialize at home so not being able to be out spending money has put a damper on that.
I have always been a bit too "in my head" about things and also sort of a "swallow your feelings" type girl. So adding the extra stress and loneliness of this little social experiment is not helping anything.
Not that I'm looking for a doctor's excuse to get out of it. Because unlike SOME people, I have not been spending money on rummage sales. (BURN).
I will now go home and make some curry. Because curry makes everything better.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
After a two days of laying in bed, I went to the doctor who confirmed that I do in fact have a sinus infection and prescribed some medicine. My response? How much is this going to cost me? But I did get a doctor's note to excuse me to lay around for another day. She asked, do you want a note for the rest of the week? I said no because I can't afford to miss yet another day of work so no note means I will go back Thursday. In the mean time, being sick gives you the right to watch crap tv, not shower, wear pajamas around the clock, and read trashy romance novels all under the guise of rest and healing.
Saturday, March 7, 2009
I always feel like as asshole when I am sick. I am whiny and gross and clingy. A combintion guys only find cute in sorority girls. Which makes me wonder why I got three "hey boos" as I wandered about trying to find my purse, some cold medicine and some brownie mix. Although I am wearing a shirt that makes my boobs look bigger than they are. In fact, I am pretty sure one of the cat calls was from a gay man. In other news, as my friends and family, you are required to tell me if I am turning into that crazy lady who always smells like gin and pee.
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