DAY TWO;
I've decided that I'm going to start really intensely keeping track of my finances. I'm twenty so it's about time to be financially independent I reckon. Yeah! At the moment I live off a fun combination of student loans I get from Obama & Co., my various minimum wage jobs, and random money I sporadically get from my mommy. I think this summer is a good time to flex my LIVING ON MY OWN MONEY fingers and you know, yeah all that nonense. This is not going to be an easy task. First of all, starting next week, I am gonna be living in a really freakin' expensive house. I'm going to be paying £530 a month. I know that is mind-blowingly shocking, but hey it's a pretty house and it's dead centrally located and you only live once so suck it this is me living once YEAH ME. Right-o. So anyways I know this might be more of a measurement of how deep my deficit runs.
I started yesterday. I spent £3.40 on fish and chips for dinner. Then I made £33.02 at work. Then this morning, I spent £21.62 at the grocery store, and this afternoon, £2.00 on pool games. So that makes me currently up an even £6.00. Hahaha. Cool. My geeky boyfriend is gonna make me a sweet spreadsheet so I can keep track of all my moneys. I'm keen. He does spreadsheets for a living so it better have some badass 3D graphs or something. (I will post about the geeky boyfriend soon by the way as many of you have been asking!)
Right, whelp, budgeting is a fairly boring topic so ONWARDS WE GO, TROOPS.....to another fairly boring topic. Oh well! A huge aspect of my summer this year is going to be my job. I work as a bartender at a nightclub! I make a strange club bartender, since I'm teetotal (don't drink), I hate dancing and going out to nightclubs, and I'm not that good at small talk. But I love it. Mostly. Anyways so since I sometimes work 'till like 4AM I'm rocking a sweet nocturnal lifestyle. And since it's summer and stuff here in Scotland, the sun is well up by the time I go to bed.
Anyways, since we're the only nightclub in this small town, we get a funky variety of clientele. There's the university students, of course. They drink like drinking is their job. They don't tip, they don't make chit-chat, and they are interested solely in the most units of alcohol they can get for the lowest price. Then we have the golfers. Primarily middle aged British and American men, they're tourists who come into town for the week or just the weekend, and they drink like they're on holiday-- which they are! They come to the club to find young girls to creep on, and ask all sorts of interested questions about me and my life. I like them though as they tip me quite generously (especially the Americans, who both come from a tipping culture, and don't fully understand the money-- something I both sympathise with and disdain). Then there are the locals. Hailing from St. Andrews proper and the surrounding small fishing villages, they are the rowdiest bunch. They order pints of snakebite and bottled of WKD and VS vodka mixers. They're messy and generally very kind, until they get it in their heads that I either look down on them, or that I am not a very competent barmaid.
So yeah! This has been my day two update of my summer here in small town scotchland. Thus far it hasn't been any different from my three winter years in small town scotchland, but my friends are all still here and I haven't moved house yet or switched work from part-time to full-time :-)
Hope you're all doing well, internet!