The tent thing is finis. Not quite as successfully as the camels, sadly. The camel caravan was a hit. I just want to take a machete – or an uzi or an atom bomb – to my lame attempt at building a tent structure. Instead of a tent we’re gonna have filmy-ish neon orange fabric draped around the posts, and somebody other than me is gonna haul their ass up on top of the desks to duct-tape it in place.
Today was one of those days when I really wanted a super humongo-sized bottle of Fukitol.
Work has been shitty all week, plus we get the added joy of mandatory OT Friday. The money will be welcome provided I can survive the schedule.
I was also today presented with the loverly notification by my bank that I had seriously miscalculated and am now something like six hundred bucks overdrawn. After tomorrow’s check hits the account I will still be about $200-250 in the red.
Damn, damn, damn.
Can’t blame anyone else on that one, either. Part of it was that everyone needed something RIGHT. NOW.
But mostly I just didn’t pay attention. Not paying attention to money matters is stupid beyond stupid, particularly when thinking forward to housing changes.
Frustrating as it is, I think my zombie-brained moment will turn out to be one of those things that happened for a reason. As I swore, bitched and moaned my way home from work this afternoon, I realized that by doing some rearranging of our finances – between moving to somewhere cheaper and going with another phone carrier – I can knock our costs down by at LEAST $500 a month. That’s a whopping big-assed amount of chump change, more than enough to make all the difference in the world.
So while at the moment I am kicking myself mightily, it was enough of a wake-up call to get me focused on an actual, long-term solution. We’re effectively stuck in our overpriced apartment for a few more months (unless by some miracle we can sublet for the balance of our lease,) but we’d be waaaay ahead of the game to dump our phone plan with the unnamed provider (*coughVERIZONcough*) and eat the early termination fees. My son works for another company and has already quoted me a program that would slice our bill at least in half, maybe more.
Seems like saving money is a constant battle for the human race. Every time I think we’re getting ahead something else goes kaput. The kaput factor isn’t gonna evaporate any time soon, but it doesn’t have to kill me dead, either!