Something Eloquent

And a little bit stressed about money. My cur­rent job either needs to provide a raise, or full time hours, or I need a new job. All of those options are dif­fi­cult to ask for. Difficult to talk about even. It’s been a very long time since I’ve had stress about money. I’m not used to it.

It was so eazy work­ing at LP. I didn’t have to think par­tic­u­larly hard about things, and I got paid a decent liv­ing wage. I wouldn’t say I was par­tic­u­larly happy work­ing there, just that it was easy. I could buy what I needed, and I could afford what I wanted.

Now I’m hap­pier. I work in a place where I get to use my brain a little bit more, though it’s still not incred­ibly stim­u­lat­ing. I get to be with my Lady-Friend almost all the time. I live in a decent house that is substance-abuse free. I eat good, fresh, and health­ful food. I have access to any amen­ity that I desire. And yet, because of the pay cuts, I have incred­ible dif­fi­culty pay­ing down my debts, I have to worry about cheques boun­cing, and I can’t really afford to do any­thing spe­cial for any­one… At least, not in the sense that I’m used to.

I’m com­plain­ing unne­ces­sar­ily here, I know. I have it pretty good. Caring friends and fam­ily, Good food, good shel­ter, employ­ment. I have noth­ing that I can’t handle, I’m just not used to life hav­ing challenges.

I think I’m spoiled.