August Sucked
The month of August was a crappy month and for so many different reasons. I.E. like the cost of feed going up nearly 20% along with everything else except for wages. Boy that home economics class was wrong when it came that the cost of living wage increase will equal out everything. They forgot to mention that was for the upper class only.
I work for a place that if the boats a smoothly going in a circle, and if everything is going great, they will come up with some idea, to change it, and/or to micro manage it. So I tried a new idea when it came to my banking. OOPS! Boy did I miss up, and yes it hurt a little, but lucky by moving some money around, and eating lots of cup of noodles, I barely squeaked bye. I know that I could have done like some, and dip my hands into the cookie jar, but most of the time you always get caught, because like I said, everything is so micro managed that there is latterly a paper trail for everything. It’s just a matter of time before one gets caught. There are better ways to solve money problems, like going to friends, and family. Other than that, I’m going back to my old way of banking.
Also during that month, I had to go to the emergency room twice with in a week’s period of time. Same things like chest pains and light hotheadedness. Both times the same E.R. doctor, who really didn’t seem to care. To tell you the truth, he really didn’t do anything other than to waste my time and money. So my family doctor told me the next time that I get the symptoms, to come in for a checkup. He set me up for a nuclear stress test at the end of the month. An easy stress test I think would be giving you the pre doctor bill. What’s weird, I know many who don’t work, whom seem to get better medical treatment then people with the type of insurance that I have.
Then I tried to join something again, but after the local President had his way, it was a no dice. In his mind he thinks that he is punishing me, but I look at it this way, it’s just one less person to respond on a fire at his place. . .again. He doesn’t realize that he was one of the major reasons why I left, and that he also did me a big favor. It did leave me with a little bit of emptiness. I knew that if I went back, I would feel uncomfortable around his presents.
I also need to get a new set of tires. I wrecked on from a bunch of roofing nails that was blown all over the place. I was really hoping to spend my tax return on a vacation to the West Coast, not on tires.
As some of you probably know, I have been going to church again. No not because I stole anything, or did something majorly back. I did because I like the preacher a lot even before I knew he was a preacher. I have known people who done some bad things that though if they went to church for about six times in a roll that everything will be OK, but it doesn’t matter on how much money and assets that one own in this life, you still going to have to answer for things that they did in the after life. Other words, you can’t buy your way into heaven. If that was the case, I would probably be on the Cloud Projects.
Oh, don't think that I have become a, "SQUARE", for going to church.
I work for a place that if the boats a smoothly going in a circle, and if everything is going great, they will come up with some idea, to change it, and/or to micro manage it. So I tried a new idea when it came to my banking. OOPS! Boy did I miss up, and yes it hurt a little, but lucky by moving some money around, and eating lots of cup of noodles, I barely squeaked bye. I know that I could have done like some, and dip my hands into the cookie jar, but most of the time you always get caught, because like I said, everything is so micro managed that there is latterly a paper trail for everything. It’s just a matter of time before one gets caught. There are better ways to solve money problems, like going to friends, and family. Other than that, I’m going back to my old way of banking.
Also during that month, I had to go to the emergency room twice with in a week’s period of time. Same things like chest pains and light hotheadedness. Both times the same E.R. doctor, who really didn’t seem to care. To tell you the truth, he really didn’t do anything other than to waste my time and money. So my family doctor told me the next time that I get the symptoms, to come in for a checkup. He set me up for a nuclear stress test at the end of the month. An easy stress test I think would be giving you the pre doctor bill. What’s weird, I know many who don’t work, whom seem to get better medical treatment then people with the type of insurance that I have.
Then I tried to join something again, but after the local President had his way, it was a no dice. In his mind he thinks that he is punishing me, but I look at it this way, it’s just one less person to respond on a fire at his place. . .again. He doesn’t realize that he was one of the major reasons why I left, and that he also did me a big favor. It did leave me with a little bit of emptiness. I knew that if I went back, I would feel uncomfortable around his presents.
I also need to get a new set of tires. I wrecked on from a bunch of roofing nails that was blown all over the place. I was really hoping to spend my tax return on a vacation to the West Coast, not on tires.
As some of you probably know, I have been going to church again. No not because I stole anything, or did something majorly back. I did because I like the preacher a lot even before I knew he was a preacher. I have known people who done some bad things that though if they went to church for about six times in a roll that everything will be OK, but it doesn’t matter on how much money and assets that one own in this life, you still going to have to answer for things that they did in the after life. Other words, you can’t buy your way into heaven. If that was the case, I would probably be on the Cloud Projects.
Oh, don't think that I have become a, "SQUARE", for going to church.