Ugh, what a rough weekend. I am a basket case, but that’s a subject for another blog…
I am at work on five hours of sleep and I am about to give Jimmy John my very last seven dollars. I am so tired of being broke.
My husband and I like to pretend that we have a different income than we actually do when it comes to necessities. We can’t afford his employer’s healthcare plan at a whopping $140.00 PER CHECK, but we’re signing up anyway. We also cannot afford to lease his parent’s minivan at $100.00 per month, or insure it and gas it at who-knows-how-much per month but we’re going to do that anyway too. So much for getting a land line phone or cable or internet. Thank goodness for hubby’s laptop and free wi-fi at the price of a cup of raunchy coffee!
Needless to say, we are both going to have to get second jobs, but at least we’ll finally have a vehicle to get us around. Well, kind of anyway—it’s tough to share a vehicle between two people who have a combined total of four jobs. I guess we’ll see how that goes. I have a feeling I will still be on metro transit’s shit hole on wheels.
Oop—there goes my last seven dollars. This sandwich better be good!
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