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dragonlady7I kept trying for about three hours to post this. I don't know what livejournal is up to. Bah humbug. So anyhow, here it is:
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Just got a phone call from our HR/Payroll person.
"Hi. You were out three days in the last pay period. You have two personal days accrued. Would you like to take those two days and apply them towards the three, or would you rather take the three unpaid? Oh, by the way, I should extend my condolences; I forgot to earlier."
Oh, thanks, honey. Really. Thanks a lot.
(I looked it up. I get three days off if someone in my immediate family dies. That doesn't count in-laws, either, so even if I were actually married into the family, it wouldn't matter. Oh well. I also don't get any vacation until next year.)
My financial situation gets worse and worse, man, the more I work.
I haven't bought Dave so much as a pair of cufflinks to thank him for what, eight months rent-free? A lot.
I owe my folks $1800 still from when I was moving in.
I don't buy frivolous things. I buy food, and food for my frogs. I also go out to dinner once every two weeks. I buy lunch about once a week. I pay my bills and my rent. I save about $10 a month, seriously. I have no emergency-cash fund. That's it. I don't own a decent pair of shoes with nothing broken, scuffed, or scratched. I haven't bought a new outfit since I started working. I've bought one frivolous thing-- a wireless networking card so I could put my computer in my room instead of the living room. $40, I think. I work 40 hours a week and don't drive a car. And my savings now aren't enough to get me across the state: I have to get to Buffalo for Memorial Day Weekend-- I just have to. But it's $100 any way I go-- JetBlue, Amtrak... and I won't take a bus. And I can't freaking afford it.
I had to break down and ask Dave for rent. But wait-- his checkbook is here. He can't pay it.
Well, fuck.
Too damn bad, isn't it? I can pay rent if I don't pay my credit card or student loan bills. I don't know how much trouble I get in if I don't pay those. The credit card will charge me $3 and get on with life. The student loans I don't know about.
Sigh. Anyhow, thank you very much, work, for being so understanding of my troubles. I knew they'd do this, I was just hoping they'd be nicer about it.
Attending Dave's dad's funeral cost me $50. Sort of depressing, isn't it?
Well, fuck 'em. I did what I had to do.
....
Just got a phone call from our HR/Payroll person.
"Hi. You were out three days in the last pay period. You have two personal days accrued. Would you like to take those two days and apply them towards the three, or would you rather take the three unpaid? Oh, by the way, I should extend my condolences; I forgot to earlier."
Oh, thanks, honey. Really. Thanks a lot.
(I looked it up. I get three days off if someone in my immediate family dies. That doesn't count in-laws, either, so even if I were actually married into the family, it wouldn't matter. Oh well. I also don't get any vacation until next year.)
My financial situation gets worse and worse, man, the more I work.
I haven't bought Dave so much as a pair of cufflinks to thank him for what, eight months rent-free? A lot.
I owe my folks $1800 still from when I was moving in.
I don't buy frivolous things. I buy food, and food for my frogs. I also go out to dinner once every two weeks. I buy lunch about once a week. I pay my bills and my rent. I save about $10 a month, seriously. I have no emergency-cash fund. That's it. I don't own a decent pair of shoes with nothing broken, scuffed, or scratched. I haven't bought a new outfit since I started working. I've bought one frivolous thing-- a wireless networking card so I could put my computer in my room instead of the living room. $40, I think. I work 40 hours a week and don't drive a car. And my savings now aren't enough to get me across the state: I have to get to Buffalo for Memorial Day Weekend-- I just have to. But it's $100 any way I go-- JetBlue, Amtrak... and I won't take a bus. And I can't freaking afford it.
I had to break down and ask Dave for rent. But wait-- his checkbook is here. He can't pay it.
Well, fuck.
Too damn bad, isn't it? I can pay rent if I don't pay my credit card or student loan bills. I don't know how much trouble I get in if I don't pay those. The credit card will charge me $3 and get on with life. The student loans I don't know about.
Sigh. Anyhow, thank you very much, work, for being so understanding of my troubles. I knew they'd do this, I was just hoping they'd be nicer about it.
Attending Dave's dad's funeral cost me $50. Sort of depressing, isn't it?
Well, fuck 'em. I did what I had to do.
