Eesh…

What a week! Work is awful: we’re less than 2 weeks away from inventory… and nowhere near ready. I spent all week scanning all the apparel, to get counts together. Now I have to go through 200 pages, hand-key 10,000 items, print labels & write in counts. I’m cross-eyed by the time I leave in the morning. I should be done by the end of next week though, so yay!

Got in a huge fight with my father last nite. See, I still live with my parents. (I know I’m  pathetic, shush! LoL) I was working a job the last 2 years where I was only home 4 days a month, why should I pay rent anywhere? I came home in October on the premise of working things out with my now ex, and I’d be living with him in a year or so. Well, that obviously didn’t happen, and here I am. I am miserable here. I have 0 privacy, and not enough space, and it’s just bad all around.

But the only way to be able to rent affordably around here is to: 1. Be 55 or older, which I am not. -or- 2. Make less than $24,000 a year. I make $25,000. The cheapest I can find a one bedroom apartment (that isn’t in a war zone) is $600/month. Yeah. And forget renting a house. We’re talking $1100/month+.

Let’s do the math, shall we? I bring home $1200/month. $600 rent, $200 car payment, $90 insurance. That’s $890/month I’d have to pay. I’d have my cell phone which is $60. Now were at $950. That would leave me with $250 a month for water, electric, food, & gas. I know I don’t necessarily need the cell phone. But I wouldn’t have a land line in the apt., my family would be about 20 miles away so I’d have no way to communicate with them, and if I had to call out of work I’d be screwed.

Unless I get a second job it’s just not doable. Not to have any quality to life. Plus, I’m trying to get my job back where I’d be gone all the time. (It was a job that I loved doing, it made my happy, and I made $34,000/year doing it! Plus they paid for my mileage, $175/week for food, lived in furnished apts. or nice hotels. I miss it!) But I’m not counting on it until it actually happens.

Yes folks, life really is about money. As much as we think it isn’t, we couldn’t have a roof over our heads or food in our bellies without it. It sucks. And I’m not talking excessive amounts of money. I just don’t want to struggle… I don’t do well with stress.

Now that you’ve had that *extra special* glimpse into my life, I’m going to sleep. Feel free to leave me "you’re a spoiled brat" notes. I know that I’m not, so it’s ok!