Corporate Crap continues to schedule me for only 16 hours a week. This is bad for multiple reasons. One is that I can’t pay my bills as it is, so if they cut my hours, I’ll be even more screwed. Two is that the $700 that I owe Evangelical Institution is legit. And I owe it by June 30th. They tell me that they won’t set up a payment plan because the deadline for setting one up was April 20. I tell them that I didn’t know that I owed anyone that much until the beginning of May. I might have to put all of it on a credit card. All I have to say is this: fuckers. Subsequently I have done two things: I have looked for another job and I have put myself in the mindset that I can’t spend money on anything other than absolute necessities. I immediately broke that rule by buying 8 episodes of The Tudors on Amazon Unbox which I spent last night and today watching. If I shouldn’t spend money on gas, and I can’t really go anywhere without spending money, I’ll just stay home and spend money. Makes sense, right? I was ultra-lazy today because I got up at 2pm because I was up til 4 am last night watching The Tudors. I should’ve just read a damn book. I tried that also today, but I just fell asleep. I also took a bath, which is something I haven’t done in a while. The damn tub was really annoying becuase the stopper doesn’t work very well. It kept leaking and I kept having to fill it up. I could go out and buy a stopper, but that involves MONEY. Water is free. Anyway, the bath was relaxing.
Having super-bad money issues like this and being faced with 16-hour work weeks is way too much to deal with. It makes me shut down and do things like watch The Tudors all day long. I can think about someone else’s drama instead of my own. The most troubling thing is that I shut down when things like this happen instead of taking initiative and going out and doing something about it. Granted, I did go job hunting, but you’d think that something of this type of urgency would inspire some action appropriate to the level of urgency. But that doesn’t happen with me, and I hate myself for it.
That sucks, about the 700 dollars, and the abject poverty (I feel you on that). What did you do? Steal 70 books from the library?