Whoo. Hard week for our hero, my friends. Lotsa stuff going on, none of which I'd really care to share with y'all. Actually, I don't particularly care whether or not you know it - it's part of my life... My finances, just like that, are in the shitter again.
The difference being, of course, that this time they're gonna be fixed relatively quickly, and after what I've been through before, pretty much nothing can phase me.
Long story short: As you know, temp work has been sparse since I got back, so there was a break in the income after the close of Charlie Brown, but what you didn't know is this: Monies I had due from freelance temping I did while I was in Pittsburgh are - I just found out today - not going to be sent 'til around July 7th. I'm screwed! But, strangely, undaunted.
In the long run one thing remains true (though I often pay it lip service without truly clinging to it, and consequently allow myself to wallow in self pity): I'm a whole lot better off than some people. I, after all, had something to eat today (a rather tasty penne pasta in olive oil, garlic, olives & roasted yellow pepper creation that I cobbled together out of the dregs of my fridge, no less). I have a place to stay tonight. I have (at last!) a job (albeit temporary) to go to tomorrow morning, and clothes to wear there so that I'm not too embarassed (save, of course, for the fact that I'm terminally unhip). And my trainfare is paid for a month, which rocks. I have the whole of the MTA at my disposal until June 29 or so. Okay, it's not a whole month, but it was when I bought the 30-day Metrocard, so you know what I mean. Stop quibbling.
What caused this change in attitude, you ask? Is young Joe in the manic phase of his bi-polar roller-coaster of a life? Perish the thought! One, I suspect, simply just plain gets sick and tired of feeling sorry for oneself. So, as the title suggests, "Get thee behind me, Mr. Self Pity Man™!"
Really, in all seriousness... what good's it gonna do me to worry myself sick over this? It'll work out. I'll find a way to get some money into the bank before those automatic bill payment things kick in (I hope!), and somehow I'll survive 'til I get a real paycheck (well, ½ a real paycheck) next Friday. I'll survive.
Now I just have to manage to get through the next couple of rainy days and hope for the return of summer! Yesterday it was 84° and muggy as all hell. Today it was overcast, breezy, and about 65°. Tomorrow (and through the weekend) is more rain. Sounds like I'm staying in and reading. Not a surprise, really... with my finances, I'm sure as hell not going out and partying.
Reading is just fine. Did I tell you I impulse-bought a copy of Atlas Shrugged, by Ayn Rand? I'd never read it, and it was on the bargain rack, so I thought, "What the fuck." What was I thinking?!? The paperback is two inches thick, is 1,069 pages long, and has the tiniest fucking typeface I've ever seen in my life. I literally need my reading glasses to squint at this thing! It'll keep me busy for the rest of the summer. Wish me luck.
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