One Day at a Time

At 8.30 am I woke to the sound of my alarm clock. I was due on placement at 10 am but on Wednesday I almost passed out because the office has no air conditioning. Today it’s even warmer than Wednesday so there was no way that I was going to sit in an office a green house and sweat my life away… not for anybody.

But I didn’t go back to bed, no. I got up and pottered around the house for a bit. I replied to endless amounts of e-mails, and went through my reader at a fairly slow pace. Then I decided to check my bank balance. What a way to depress you into oblivion.

I have $45 to last me until Monday. I have petrol to buy, and my phone bill to pay. This leaves me with $3 for the whole weekend. Go me? I resigned myself to the fact that I’d just spend the time doing cheap things i.e. gardening, reading, and crawling under the covers. But wait. Then I opened my little budget spreadsheet, and felt even more depressed.

Now I’m not a spoiled child, I’m really not. I’m an only child, there’s a difference although some people can’t distinguish between the two. My parents give me an allowance – it’s not a huge amount, I can’t buy a car every fortnight, but I can get by. They buy me my food and let me live here rent free, and my allowance pays for other essentials e.g. phone bill, petrol, birthday presents etc. I do not take the piss. I don’t ask for more money, I budget so I don’t run out.

Anyway, looking at my spreadsheet I realized that I wouldn’t be able to go out until the end of March when I have some spare cash. And I mean, go for a drink, or go out for dinner. I’m not talking a full on road trip. I can’t afford a beer, or a panini… times are tough my dear readers. But that was at 12 p.m.

Now I seem to have acquired a summer job which pays $1000/month (and I don’t pay taxes – muhaha!), which will allow me to pay off outstanding debts, save up for bills, and generally go out. I had this job last year and it was amazing.

It wasn’t a quiet job; it requires you to do 500 things at once, whilst speaking on the phone, and having your lunch but it was good. I was constantly busy and when I left the office at 5 pm on an evening, it felt like I’d been there for about 30 minutes rather than a full day.

So you know what? Times will be tough until I start this job, but who cares? I’m sure I can do without going out for a while; I mean, think of all the fun you can have doing free stuff e.g. picnics, barbecues… it’s all good over here.

PS. Go say hello to Susie Q ’cause she’s also having some pretty awesome prophetic (big word!) thoughts!