I need to sign up for direct deposit because otherwise I end up eating boxed Indian food with eggs and a hot-dog bun. Talk about scraping the bottom of the barrel. Checks weren't delivered today, therefore I have to wait until tomorrow and until them pine for the gourmet meals I waste my money on. Like last night's Serrano pepper burgers with brie, raspberry and spinach with red wine. Delightful but now I'm broke.
This is a direct result from my low paying job. Despite falling in love with all of my co-workers recently, I still hate that I get paid poorly. It's not brain surgery, but as I've grown with the company I've begun to embrace it, therefore working harder and caring more about the quality of not only my work, but everyone else's. This must account for something monetarily. Right? I mean, ice cream scoopers make more than I do! I overheard that the people who sweep on Telegraph make $13.75/hr! Och!
Next Friday I leave for a two week vacation which will leave me relaxed but severely crippled financially. If things do not get better I will probably be packing my bags for Pennsylvania in the coming months. Oy vay.
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