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OYE LIVEJOURNAL, I'm still here! And I just made an entry a couple of weeks ago!
I needed to talk about something and I can't do it any of my more frequented outlets because PEOPLE I KNOW ARE THERE, and it's no longer safe. I'm still very much a fan of keeping my semi-private shit, well, semi-private.
DK just got hired at my job and will be starting in a couple of weeks. Full time, same pay rate, reporting to a different manager (thank god) but this means we're going to have ridiculous income. Not super duper ridiculous, since a lot of it isn't really expendable -- there's quite a bit of student debt that needs to be paid down -- but jesus christ, I never imagined that we'd both have steady income, insurance, flexible schedules, and open-ended vacation time this time last year.
Shit, a year ago we were trying to sell plasma for money. I barely had enough savings to cover rent for a couple more months, but that meant giving up a lot of things. I've been so fortunate to be in the right place at the right time and thus be able to rebuild my employability from the ground up, but what the hell are the odds of us BOTH being able to get this far from the poverty line in a 12-month time span?!!
Thinking about this fills me with an immense sense of gratitude and a desire to spread the prosperity -- I want so badly for others in my former situation to have the chance to echapalante too! I've been racking my brains today and yesterday over what I can do to achieve this in any small way, aside from make donations, and I'm coming up blank for now. But hopefully I'll come up with something good soon.
I'm so tired I forgot what the hell else I was going to say, but I have to wake up fuck-all early as it is to do some mad cooking and/or laundry and/or getting to work early. Fuck. I've stayed up long enough that I got the 12:00 munchies. I will try to resist the temptation and just go to bed.
I needed to talk about something and I can't do it any of my more frequented outlets because PEOPLE I KNOW ARE THERE, and it's no longer safe. I'm still very much a fan of keeping my semi-private shit, well, semi-private.
DK just got hired at my job and will be starting in a couple of weeks. Full time, same pay rate, reporting to a different manager (thank god) but this means we're going to have ridiculous income. Not super duper ridiculous, since a lot of it isn't really expendable -- there's quite a bit of student debt that needs to be paid down -- but jesus christ, I never imagined that we'd both have steady income, insurance, flexible schedules, and open-ended vacation time this time last year.
Shit, a year ago we were trying to sell plasma for money. I barely had enough savings to cover rent for a couple more months, but that meant giving up a lot of things. I've been so fortunate to be in the right place at the right time and thus be able to rebuild my employability from the ground up, but what the hell are the odds of us BOTH being able to get this far from the poverty line in a 12-month time span?!!
Thinking about this fills me with an immense sense of gratitude and a desire to spread the prosperity -- I want so badly for others in my former situation to have the chance to echapalante too! I've been racking my brains today and yesterday over what I can do to achieve this in any small way, aside from make donations, and I'm coming up blank for now. But hopefully I'll come up with something good soon.
I'm so tired I forgot what the hell else I was going to say, but I have to wake up fuck-all early as it is to do some mad cooking and/or laundry and/or getting to work early. Fuck. I've stayed up long enough that I got the 12:00 munchies. I will try to resist the temptation and just go to bed.