Now I'm Worn Out...
I'm so stressed it's making me sick. It's giving me headaches and migraines and stomach upsets and I can't see a way out. I hate feeling like this. I hate feeling hopeless and inadequate and not seeing a way to pull out of it.
Turns out I don't have enough in my bank account to make my car repayment and the bank has left me messages to call them. I haven't. I don't know what to tell them. I can't even transfer money from Matt's account because his is looking dire and his pay hasn't gone through yet. Thanks to Monash shafting me over Easter my pay is shitty and I don't know what to do. I can't even use my credit card - which I also have to pay today.
I feel like I'm working so much but I can't see anything as a result. Except for being so overwhelmingly tired and run-down. I went to bed at 8.30 last night. The other night I went to bed at 8, and only because I thought it was piss weak to go to bed at 7. I'm getting sick all the time - which isn't helping the money issue, because the wonderful thing about being casual is that if you don't work, you don't get paid. Of course the rest of the staff don't realise that - or more likely they don't care.
So I've had to do what I loathe. I've had to ask my brother to borrow money. I hate borrowing money. I hate being dependent on other people. I know my brother will support me no matter what, but I can't shift the feeling of guilt and utter helplessness. But I can't see any other way out.
It's a Check-Mate and I'm the bloody King.
Turns out I don't have enough in my bank account to make my car repayment and the bank has left me messages to call them. I haven't. I don't know what to tell them. I can't even transfer money from Matt's account because his is looking dire and his pay hasn't gone through yet. Thanks to Monash shafting me over Easter my pay is shitty and I don't know what to do. I can't even use my credit card - which I also have to pay today.
I feel like I'm working so much but I can't see anything as a result. Except for being so overwhelmingly tired and run-down. I went to bed at 8.30 last night. The other night I went to bed at 8, and only because I thought it was piss weak to go to bed at 7. I'm getting sick all the time - which isn't helping the money issue, because the wonderful thing about being casual is that if you don't work, you don't get paid. Of course the rest of the staff don't realise that - or more likely they don't care.
So I've had to do what I loathe. I've had to ask my brother to borrow money. I hate borrowing money. I hate being dependent on other people. I know my brother will support me no matter what, but I can't shift the feeling of guilt and utter helplessness. But I can't see any other way out.
It's a Check-Mate and I'm the bloody King.