Well, I’m not fired (yet), but everytime I shoot footage that’s a little too dark or a little too this or a little too that, I wince and expect to be canned over it. Nobody’s perfect, but when you’re tap dancing around landmines, a little slip is all it takes to lose your ass.
This is turning out to be a very stressful month. I tend to spend my checks before I cash them. I budgeted out some for bills and a large portion for savings. Savings for my own place, a car payment, (God Forbid) medical bills; just cash set aside. Usually I put 50% of my paycheck in it and this usually means that at the end of the month the savings are bled dry. I was really trying to put away a whole heck of a lot this time and still have enough money for the fam and friends along with bills and staying alivities (that is, activities centered around staying alive).
Well, then my mom rang me up last night and asked me to cover her for Christmas gifts for all my cousins up here. Are you fucking kidding me? There’s no way I’ll say no (even though she offered me the cop out), so there goes another couple hundred bucks. She also said not to bother getting her and Dad anything. Yeah right, she’s been feeding me that line since I got my first job in high school. She should know by now that I never comply. Part of that reason is sometimes my parents would tease me before I was old enough to start working about how I could never afford to get them any gifts of significant monetary value when they’re getting me video game systems and shit. I mean, come on.
So yeah, I’m planning on sending a few a couple hundred to my sister and then trusting that she’ll buy herself something small and use the rest on gifts credited to the both of us. When I told her about the trust I was giving her, I was met with jokes along the lines of “thanks for the new iPhone, Ryan!” and shit like that. Silly brat.
But money’s even more tight because I kinda sorta already bought myself my Christmas Present. Yep! Got me a guitar, and it’s actually new for once. Though of course the guy at the music shop is one of those virtuosos who are so in love with their own talent they’ll show it off every goddamn second, so he was the first one to play a lick on it when he prepped it. FFFFF, he popped my Princess’s Cherry, the bastard lawl. Yeah, my old guitar was a lightly used Yamaha Pacifica that cost me about a third that my new one did. I nicknamed her “my Yama-hoe”. My new Guitar is “my Yama-hime”. I think my next guitar, if I ever regain my confidence in playing, will be a hollow body Gibson. I think I’ll call her “my Gib-slut”. Anyway, picture of my new guitar on its ultra stylish trash can guitar stand.
Anyway, so yeah, my breaking down and spending an amount I will not disclose on some random thing and then having my expenditure equilibrium disturbed has not been sitting right with me. I’m thinking this is gonna be my motivator to not eat out this month I guess. That’s gonna be tough with all the stand by times I have at work, along with all the local shops insisting on giving out those goddamn stamp card things that Asian people love so much. I’m pretty sure I’m like 2 footlongs away form a free sandwich at Subway, and a half dozen frappacinos away from a free one at Port Mocha. I think Hooters has the stamp card system too now. I… just can’t justify going to a Hooters by myself though…
Anyway, these money issues have had me feeling kinda less cheery than usual. I think my mom can hear it through the phone because instead of my normal bitching about frivolous shit, I think I’m coming off kind of defeated.
God, Texas is feeling kind of like the land of Milk and Honey when I consider how cheap and easy it is over there versus here. Fuck, at least the weather’s nice and the girl’s are cute.
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