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dragonlady7Yeah. It's bad enough that I'm quoting cheese. Cheeeeeese... I crave cheeese.... emotional cheeeese... because I understand it... even though romantic sentiment is alien to my life... wheeeeee.....
A little tidbit for your delectation: I made $8.50 in tips tonight, out of a total of $126.00 in sales. Is that a good percentage? (Tip is supposed to be 15% according to American custom.)
My math could be off, but I don't think so.
Did math for getting federal aid in paying my out-of-control heating bill, determining my weekly income. Part of the hell of this job is the uncertainty. And my income for January? It looks like one of those cartoon medical charts, all ziggy-zaggy downward if you graphed it. Dave wonders why I'm so schizophrenic about money? My weekly income varies by up to $200. How the hell am I supposed to know how I'm doing? Bleah!
Other than that, have glumly concluded that I'd better get started on v.3 of Vikings Novel. The chapters I've gotten feedback on need rewritten. if I'm going to finish by May, they need rewritten now. So I have to bang Ch. 6 into shape this week, and Ch. 7 for next week, and concurrently beat 1-4 into shape. It sounds dumb, to take a project I'm struggling with and make it harder, but I think it would actually motivate me more. I have yet to see. It'll be an experiment.
Have to work tomorrow. Am not looking forward. Last week I made $7 on that shift. But, three weeks ago I made $40 on that identical shift in the identical place. So.
Have just this moment had argument with Boy about my ceaseless worrying over money and his relentless sarcasm over my ceaseless worry. Which is better: that I bottle up complaints and become emotional later, or that he bottle up sarcasm? Results inconclusive. Being as I am already prone to emotional outbursts at entirely inopportune times, I remain convinced it's better if I complain and let off some of the pressure. I am uncertain as to what would happen if he bottled up the sarcasm, however. Didn't get to ask: he left room.
I feel I shouldn't end on a note like that but I am out of other things to think of at the moment. I wish my life distilled itself into witticisms. But it doesn't.
A little tidbit for your delectation: I made $8.50 in tips tonight, out of a total of $126.00 in sales. Is that a good percentage? (Tip is supposed to be 15% according to American custom.)
My math could be off, but I don't think so.
Did math for getting federal aid in paying my out-of-control heating bill, determining my weekly income. Part of the hell of this job is the uncertainty. And my income for January? It looks like one of those cartoon medical charts, all ziggy-zaggy downward if you graphed it. Dave wonders why I'm so schizophrenic about money? My weekly income varies by up to $200. How the hell am I supposed to know how I'm doing? Bleah!
Other than that, have glumly concluded that I'd better get started on v.3 of Vikings Novel. The chapters I've gotten feedback on need rewritten. if I'm going to finish by May, they need rewritten now. So I have to bang Ch. 6 into shape this week, and Ch. 7 for next week, and concurrently beat 1-4 into shape. It sounds dumb, to take a project I'm struggling with and make it harder, but I think it would actually motivate me more. I have yet to see. It'll be an experiment.
Have to work tomorrow. Am not looking forward. Last week I made $7 on that shift. But, three weeks ago I made $40 on that identical shift in the identical place. So.
Have just this moment had argument with Boy about my ceaseless worrying over money and his relentless sarcasm over my ceaseless worry. Which is better: that I bottle up complaints and become emotional later, or that he bottle up sarcasm? Results inconclusive. Being as I am already prone to emotional outbursts at entirely inopportune times, I remain convinced it's better if I complain and let off some of the pressure. I am uncertain as to what would happen if he bottled up the sarcasm, however. Didn't get to ask: he left room.
I feel I shouldn't end on a note like that but I am out of other things to think of at the moment. I wish my life distilled itself into witticisms. But it doesn't.
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Date: 2005-02-05 03:01 am (UTC)Anyhow, the fact is that Dave doesn't want to worry about money, therefore he doesn't want you to worry about it. At least, not out loud.
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Date: 2005-02-05 06:26 am (UTC)You're coping with life with emotional outbursts, while he copes with it via sarcasm. So neither of you could really bottle it up.