Monday, December 12, 2005

Filthy Rich


Have you ever had so much money horded up that you literally didn't know what to do with it?

I mean really had no clue how much you could accomplish because you had never seen SOOO many zeros after your account number before??

So appaulingly ridiculously dumbfoundingly rolling in it that to travel for the holidays won't interfere with your ability to buy out the shoe department the day after Christmas?

I'm not talking millionaire status... I'm talking you make less than $30,000 a year and somehow a year after declairing bankruptcy your will power or lifted boot straps or cinched belt or humble acceptance that you do indeed make less than $30,000 a year has left you with what you feel is a nest egg in the making??

Well, it sucks.

For a year I've eaten Hot Pockets and 10 for $10 cans of soup and chili.
I'm wearing a pair of shoes I wore to my first day at University. I graduated four years ago.
I've respectfully declined any outing that did not come with the expressed clause "I've got it."
Hell, after looking over my recent paystubs and receipts, I've found that of all the contributing I've done to the current household, somehow I haven't bought TP in four months.

So, here I sit with numerous invitations for holiday trips and parties.
I have five pressing matters to attend to on my car.
I have to seriously think about how much money I will put into my dog to keep her walking.
I will eventually stop enjoying the homemade cookies and the gym workouts will do more than make me sleep well and I will get sick of the two pair of shoes that cover my feet in the rain having leaks in them and update my wardrobe.
I have a car payment that still hangs over my head and a student loan payment in the wings.

You'd think I'd be EX - TA - TIC to have the ability to deal with any one of these situations with more than a "when I win the lottery" statement. But somehow I loath the decision of choosing which part of my life takes precident this season.
What to do, what to do...

1 comment:

The DogGrrrrl said...

This is my 5th year of Not Buying Gifts and Please Dont Give Me Any or I'll Feel Guilty or Subservient or Some Other Way Charity-Casey.

Mid 30s. Career change. back to school. Out. 100% commission. Bad month equals giving the gas Swami my quarters for my guzzler. So happy to own my 2nd home. So terrified and anxious because my tenant's not paying.

Broke is broke. You can own shit and be just as cash poor. I'm living college life again. Dollar menu is NOT me. I cant eat greasy shit. Instead, I revert back to a bowl of frozen veg for din din.