Money lesson.
Hello!
This message coming to you on a day of great joy.
I want to tell you about my recent trials, tribulations, and triumphs.
A few months ago I was hired on with the eBusiness team at Citigroup. I can't believe I just typed "team". Anyway, this job was to be my knight in shining armor. Salvation. An airlift out of poverty and depression, and into the grand state of comfort, confidence, and forward movement.
I regarded this new job of mine as the BEST thing that could have happened to me, second only to meeting, falling and love with, and moving in with David Jordan. I now work with my friends and other interesting people, I have respect in the workplace as an authority on design, and as a contracted Art Director I am compensated in a fashion most Americans in their mid-20's rarely anticipate. Well, I am, but it's not always too timely. I am not trying to brag, it just goes with the story. Sorry.
I started this job July 11 after leaving my previous job, which paid a very measly salary and offered no personal satisfaction. I worked hard, and found out as much as I could about billing the company for my time. Everyone said contractors get paid in 6 weeks. I was expecting to be paid in, naturally, 6 weeks. That did not happen. And as anyone who's been through a job transition knows, money ain't harvested in the back yard on a Sunday afternoon. So my patience was tried. I ended up having to ask my parents for money to pay rent, and couldn't really do anything fun unless David could pay my way. So it was pretty tough. I actually sort of got used to not having any money whatsoever.
Yesterday, everything changed. (on paper). I got my FIRST CHECK after two.5 months of service to Citigroup. WOW. That's a big check, too, because it covered 3 invoices (6 weeks). When I got it, I immediately thought of all the late charges and loans I'm going to have to pay off.
I sort of sit here sometimes realizing I have a lot of money. But now I don't want to spend it. I am afraid it will go away.
Money fucks with your head. What a sick game. But damn if i ain't goin' shoppin' this weekend.
This message coming to you on a day of great joy.
I want to tell you about my recent trials, tribulations, and triumphs.
A few months ago I was hired on with the eBusiness team at Citigroup. I can't believe I just typed "team". Anyway, this job was to be my knight in shining armor. Salvation. An airlift out of poverty and depression, and into the grand state of comfort, confidence, and forward movement.
I regarded this new job of mine as the BEST thing that could have happened to me, second only to meeting, falling and love with, and moving in with David Jordan. I now work with my friends and other interesting people, I have respect in the workplace as an authority on design, and as a contracted Art Director I am compensated in a fashion most Americans in their mid-20's rarely anticipate. Well, I am, but it's not always too timely. I am not trying to brag, it just goes with the story. Sorry.
I started this job July 11 after leaving my previous job, which paid a very measly salary and offered no personal satisfaction. I worked hard, and found out as much as I could about billing the company for my time. Everyone said contractors get paid in 6 weeks. I was expecting to be paid in, naturally, 6 weeks. That did not happen. And as anyone who's been through a job transition knows, money ain't harvested in the back yard on a Sunday afternoon. So my patience was tried. I ended up having to ask my parents for money to pay rent, and couldn't really do anything fun unless David could pay my way. So it was pretty tough. I actually sort of got used to not having any money whatsoever.
Yesterday, everything changed. (on paper). I got my FIRST CHECK after two.5 months of service to Citigroup. WOW. That's a big check, too, because it covered 3 invoices (6 weeks). When I got it, I immediately thought of all the late charges and loans I'm going to have to pay off.
I sort of sit here sometimes realizing I have a lot of money. But now I don't want to spend it. I am afraid it will go away.
Money fucks with your head. What a sick game. But damn if i ain't goin' shoppin' this weekend.