Happenings

Car is dead
Attempt at reviving car is miserable failure
Colleague whose swanking new car is parked next to dead, unchic but delectably idiosyncratic car makes horrified noises at state of car and makes snide remark about about being cheap
But…snide colleague does not know where his (or car’s) batteries are. Smugly stand back as colleague struggles underneath hood trying to locate battery.Hook up jumper cables and wait 5-10 minutes for nothing to happen.
Car is dead and will no longer jump to life.
My first car is now dead. I abused it and it has decided to take leave.
I got ride from colleague to arrive home to realise that half eaten sandwich in lunch box is on table at work. Tomorrow, will face mouldy, smelly lunch box and peeved off Gerry.

Roomie and i spent next 50 minutes booking Vegas trip . Hotel + Flights in the middle of the week – Check. Wunnderful Wunnerful fun plan involving lots of shopping and drinking and seeing strange stuff – check. Insurance against cancellation – we don’t need no stinking insurance. We shall be spending 2 exquisite days in faux Paree in middle of Vegas.
Satisfied with productivity at booking tickets, I Spend 30 minutes tryng to move monsterous queen size mattress/ bed to give bedroom new look. Then Spend additional 30 minutes working off annoyance at the Boy who deposited this godzilla of a bed in my bedroom before he moved out.
fell asleep on couch exhausted by exertion. Woke up at 1 with cushion marks on cheek.

Got to work next day to discover that wild spending has resulted in overdraft in bank. Transferred funds from dwindling savings to cover up overdraft. Bad Me. Am miserable and irresponsible overdrafter.

Also Discovered that contrary to admin’s email to querry about vacation days, I only have 2.5 vacation days left for entire year and not 9 days as previously stated. Marched to Admin office to sort out matter. Came back with headache. Admin only dazes one with talks of new employee vacation days, pro-rata etc etc. With Vegas trip, will only have 0.5 days left for entire freaking year.

It’s a dark mood I am in.

am furious at myself for being disorganized.

But even more so, for slacking off on my quest for better, more paid and more vacation giving job that will support my extravagant wardrobe and other non-car related spending.
And of course, now I must come face to face with the fact that despite all my altruistic yearnings, I really am a hard nosed-love- the- money- will never work for a non-profit unless it pays me well, kind of woman.
That makes me very sad. Because , I love luxury too much.
This is sad state of financial, social and emotional affairs. I must redeem myself with responsible work, organized planning and more generous spending.