My Heart Will Go On. And On.
Okay, so, I hate my job. If you couldn’t tell from the oh-so-subtle little jab I took at it last post. I hate it for oodles of reasons, but at the top of the list is that it bores me, often literally, to tears.
I bring up my job now because I need to go to it. The earlier I get there, the easier the long stretch of interminable hours is to swallow.
But instead of going to work, I thought, hey, what about that blog thing? That’s important, right? Potential employers, right?
Here is what is on my mind on this, what will be the longest Wednesday in creation, June 18th.
-I hate my job. (see above.)
-In a strange turn of events, I can’t wait for school to start on the 30th. Maybe its because I’m so bored at work or maybe I’m just genuinely excited about taking classes again, I don’t know, but I am.
-Stephen King’s On Writing is really, really good. Like, I can hardly put it down good.
-Why did I buy that yellow shirt? And why do I continue to wear it? I got it from Forever 21, so maybe it’s supposed to be a dress and I just didn’t know. They like to trick you. And why, after being burned by that store so many times do I still want absolutely everything in it. You’re good, Forever 21. I mean, bad! Damn you Clinton!
-Suze Orman’s The Money Book for the Young, Broke and Fabulous is also very good.
But more important to me because I’m not really doing much writing but I am doing a great deal of spending money. That I don’t have. I would really like to get out of credit card debt by the time I graduate, even if that means I’m deeper in student loan debt. I figure, though, that paying my credit cards with my loan is sort of like consolidating them. The interest rate has got to be better and I can hold off on paying it at least until after I finish grad school. Paying the cards off that way will probably help my credit too, I doubt it’s great to carry such a high balance on all of my cards.
Which brings me back to the beginning of the post. I hate my job. But I have to work extra to pay off as much of my credit cards as I can. It’s a vicious cycle. At least I have Sookie Stackhouse to keep me company today.
