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Horrible, horrible fucking day.
Okay, so, let me rewind back to several months ago, back to when we were living at the old house and such. When Erin (roommate Erin) didn't have a job, Brad and I were pretty much paying for everything. So, when we moved into the new house, it was decided that Brad and I wouldn't have to pay for anything for October and November.
So, yesterday the paychecks were late at work. I walked to work like...half an hour early to give myself time to cash it and such, and TA DA, not there. By six they still weren't there. People were going around saying that they might not show up until today, or tomorrow. Which, you know, is great, because I had zero dollars and no food at the house. Well, thankfully they showed up around seven.
So, I got home, set money aside for Brad because I owed 25 dollars for the gas and electric, which is fine. And I gave 15 to Tim for the internet bill and 20 to go toward the mini fridge he gave me. I asked him about the upcoming month, considering I realized I would have to start setting money aside for December each week again. He told me that it was 175 all together so like....45 bucks a week or so was what needed to be set aside.
So, I wake up and go to work today. I'm there for all of like....ten minutes when Tim shows up. I, of course, am slightly confused by this, but whatev.
He asks me where the rent money is.
I'm like "okay" thinking that considering it IS the first week in December and I got my check the day before, that he wanted my 45, which was fine because I was setting it aside anyway just in case. Then he tells me, not very pleased, that, no, I owe 175. I sort of stare at him for a second like "wtf" and remind him that he told me that I didn't have to worry about paying for anything in October and November. He replies with "I meant the rent, this is the rent for December". Now, let me rewind a bit. When I pay my rent, I pay a segment every week. I've been doing this for the past year, Tim knows this. You'd think that when I neglected to give him money for the first week or two, if that was what the deal was, he'd say something, but no, he didn't. I tell him that I thought he meant I wouldn't have to worry about paying for anything during the months of October and November, and that there must have been a mixup in our discussions, and he sort of stands there, looks pissed, and treats me sort of like I'm lying or something.
Well, my check from the day before was only for 145. And I spent 15 on things I needed at home the day before. Minus the money I gave to him the day before, and (what I thought) was the money I set aside for Brad, I had 80 dollars to my name. Still not enough, but it was the best I could do. I tell him to just use the money I gave him the day before and to take the money in my room, which would bring it up to 140. He still promptly looks pissed off, acts like I'm lying still and leaves.
Well, by the time he leaves, I'm crying. I fucked up, he didn't communicate well, and now I have NO money for anything the day after I got paid. And, on top of that, I still need to come up with the rest of the rent money. So, I call Amanda. Amanda rocks beyond the telling of it and lets me borrow 40 dollars.
The rest of the night isn't so bad after this. We get out at a reasonable hour and the like and I get a ride home because there's a hell of a lot of black ice around. I give Tim the 40 dollars, and he informs me that he didn't take the money I had in my room yet. I tell him that I'll go up and get it for him. Well...funny thing is, there's only five dollars in my room when there's supposed to be 25. I freak out a bit, thinking it fell off my tv, or got lost or something, and start ripping my room apart, because honestly, after finally thinking things were settled and realizing there's another hitch? It fucking sucks beyond the telling of it.
Well, I start doing math in my head, and then I get a little smarter and start to write things down on paper and I soon realize that the twenty I gave to Tim the night before was the twenty I was saving for Brad, and I'd only given it to him thinking I'd have the money to replace it by the time Brad got home. So. After all this, I'm fifteen dollars short of paying Tim back, and I STILL don't have money for food.
So, right now, this is what I currently owe:
40 to Amanda
15 to Tim
25 to Brad
15 for the internet
Then I somehow need to come up with:
45 for the rent for this month
money for food, other necessities (aka gloves because I walk to work every day)
money for the trip to Buffalo I'm taking and the end of the month
money to give to Tim for the mini fridge.
Why the fuck does money suck so hardcore?
And now I have a three day weekend, with no money to do anything, not even eat. Fucking yay me. Amanda and I are hanging out tomorrow, and she told me she'd treat me to food because she still owes me for my birthday. Ugh....
Okay, so, let me rewind back to several months ago, back to when we were living at the old house and such. When Erin (roommate Erin) didn't have a job, Brad and I were pretty much paying for everything. So, when we moved into the new house, it was decided that Brad and I wouldn't have to pay for anything for October and November.
So, yesterday the paychecks were late at work. I walked to work like...half an hour early to give myself time to cash it and such, and TA DA, not there. By six they still weren't there. People were going around saying that they might not show up until today, or tomorrow. Which, you know, is great, because I had zero dollars and no food at the house. Well, thankfully they showed up around seven.
So, I got home, set money aside for Brad because I owed 25 dollars for the gas and electric, which is fine. And I gave 15 to Tim for the internet bill and 20 to go toward the mini fridge he gave me. I asked him about the upcoming month, considering I realized I would have to start setting money aside for December each week again. He told me that it was 175 all together so like....45 bucks a week or so was what needed to be set aside.
So, I wake up and go to work today. I'm there for all of like....ten minutes when Tim shows up. I, of course, am slightly confused by this, but whatev.
He asks me where the rent money is.
I'm like "okay" thinking that considering it IS the first week in December and I got my check the day before, that he wanted my 45, which was fine because I was setting it aside anyway just in case. Then he tells me, not very pleased, that, no, I owe 175. I sort of stare at him for a second like "wtf" and remind him that he told me that I didn't have to worry about paying for anything in October and November. He replies with "I meant the rent, this is the rent for December". Now, let me rewind a bit. When I pay my rent, I pay a segment every week. I've been doing this for the past year, Tim knows this. You'd think that when I neglected to give him money for the first week or two, if that was what the deal was, he'd say something, but no, he didn't. I tell him that I thought he meant I wouldn't have to worry about paying for anything during the months of October and November, and that there must have been a mixup in our discussions, and he sort of stands there, looks pissed, and treats me sort of like I'm lying or something.
Well, my check from the day before was only for 145. And I spent 15 on things I needed at home the day before. Minus the money I gave to him the day before, and (what I thought) was the money I set aside for Brad, I had 80 dollars to my name. Still not enough, but it was the best I could do. I tell him to just use the money I gave him the day before and to take the money in my room, which would bring it up to 140. He still promptly looks pissed off, acts like I'm lying still and leaves.
Well, by the time he leaves, I'm crying. I fucked up, he didn't communicate well, and now I have NO money for anything the day after I got paid. And, on top of that, I still need to come up with the rest of the rent money. So, I call Amanda. Amanda rocks beyond the telling of it and lets me borrow 40 dollars.
The rest of the night isn't so bad after this. We get out at a reasonable hour and the like and I get a ride home because there's a hell of a lot of black ice around. I give Tim the 40 dollars, and he informs me that he didn't take the money I had in my room yet. I tell him that I'll go up and get it for him. Well...funny thing is, there's only five dollars in my room when there's supposed to be 25. I freak out a bit, thinking it fell off my tv, or got lost or something, and start ripping my room apart, because honestly, after finally thinking things were settled and realizing there's another hitch? It fucking sucks beyond the telling of it.
Well, I start doing math in my head, and then I get a little smarter and start to write things down on paper and I soon realize that the twenty I gave to Tim the night before was the twenty I was saving for Brad, and I'd only given it to him thinking I'd have the money to replace it by the time Brad got home. So. After all this, I'm fifteen dollars short of paying Tim back, and I STILL don't have money for food.
So, right now, this is what I currently owe:
40 to Amanda
15 to Tim
25 to Brad
15 for the internet
Then I somehow need to come up with:
45 for the rent for this month
money for food, other necessities (aka gloves because I walk to work every day)
money for the trip to Buffalo I'm taking and the end of the month
money to give to Tim for the mini fridge.
Why the fuck does money suck so hardcore?
And now I have a three day weekend, with no money to do anything, not even eat. Fucking yay me. Amanda and I are hanging out tomorrow, and she told me she'd treat me to food because she still owes me for my birthday. Ugh....