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Jun. 2nd, 2005 09:53 amit's a lovely, lovely, lovely morning.
i need to take the delicates out of the washer, hang them to dry, wash the whites, water the garden, and wash my bathrobe, as well as making brunch and possibly doing some dishes.
i am doing none of these things, but console myself with the fact that although it is already almost 9, I have done one load of laundry and hung it to dry, and have also gone for (gasp) another jog.
I wasn't in such a bad mood to start with, and so this one was both more and less difficult. I had more time to think about my own discomfort, and dread the sore muscles that will inevitably ensue, but I thought, they were much worse the day after last time, so I should be all right for my cocktailing shift this afternoon, and will be sore and grumpy for the Club, which the Club deserves.
I am hungry, though, and am trying to only eat slowly and in small quantities.
I'm actually in quite a good mood. I wish it would rain, but am enjoying the nice sunny weather. I feel like this exercising-more-often thing isn't all that hard and actually feels kinda good (but ask me tomorrow, urgh), so maybe I'll successfully become a bombshell of some thinner description. I also had a very pleasant end to my evening last night but probably shouldn't go into detail.
Yesterday Dave and I were sitting together on the couch eating chocolate and he said he'd been playing with cost of living calculators and had determined that in order to have as much spending power as he did when we lived in Westchester, he only has to make $28k a year. Because it costs over twice as much to live down there as up here. There are certain things, it is true, that cost the same no matter where we go: the car, for example, and our student loans. But, in sheer terms of dollars, the difference in rent we're paying adds up to something like $15k a year. So ignoring food or gas or Internet or any of the things that are 2/3 the price here, that's just plain $15k right off the top.
I suppose I should figure out how much I'm actually making-- I have it all broken down in component parts for the tips, but nowhere am I actually keeping track of how much I'm paid in salary. (It's, well, not much.) So I should do that math; as it is I couldn't say how much I'd actually make in a year. So. But. Dave thinks he's probably worth $50k a year even here, depending on the position. If he were making that, this would become an excellent, excellent opportunity to pay down the student loans and start saving for whatever the next phase of life will be.
So, here's hoping that one of the resumes he sent out yesterday or today gets him some interviews, and hopefully soon a job comes along.
i need to take the delicates out of the washer, hang them to dry, wash the whites, water the garden, and wash my bathrobe, as well as making brunch and possibly doing some dishes.
i am doing none of these things, but console myself with the fact that although it is already almost 9, I have done one load of laundry and hung it to dry, and have also gone for (gasp) another jog.
I wasn't in such a bad mood to start with, and so this one was both more and less difficult. I had more time to think about my own discomfort, and dread the sore muscles that will inevitably ensue, but I thought, they were much worse the day after last time, so I should be all right for my cocktailing shift this afternoon, and will be sore and grumpy for the Club, which the Club deserves.
I am hungry, though, and am trying to only eat slowly and in small quantities.
I'm actually in quite a good mood. I wish it would rain, but am enjoying the nice sunny weather. I feel like this exercising-more-often thing isn't all that hard and actually feels kinda good (but ask me tomorrow, urgh), so maybe I'll successfully become a bombshell of some thinner description. I also had a very pleasant end to my evening last night but probably shouldn't go into detail.
Yesterday Dave and I were sitting together on the couch eating chocolate and he said he'd been playing with cost of living calculators and had determined that in order to have as much spending power as he did when we lived in Westchester, he only has to make $28k a year. Because it costs over twice as much to live down there as up here. There are certain things, it is true, that cost the same no matter where we go: the car, for example, and our student loans. But, in sheer terms of dollars, the difference in rent we're paying adds up to something like $15k a year. So ignoring food or gas or Internet or any of the things that are 2/3 the price here, that's just plain $15k right off the top.
I suppose I should figure out how much I'm actually making-- I have it all broken down in component parts for the tips, but nowhere am I actually keeping track of how much I'm paid in salary. (It's, well, not much.) So I should do that math; as it is I couldn't say how much I'd actually make in a year. So. But. Dave thinks he's probably worth $50k a year even here, depending on the position. If he were making that, this would become an excellent, excellent opportunity to pay down the student loans and start saving for whatever the next phase of life will be.
So, here's hoping that one of the resumes he sent out yesterday or today gets him some interviews, and hopefully soon a job comes along.
