"They call America 'the land of opportunity', but all anyone does it work."
Another week of let downs and set backs. I've been broke for six months and it's driving me fucking crazy. Normally, I can do poverty, but not when I have plans that require money. I'm going to St. Louis from the 9th through the 15th, seeing Tool on the 11th, and catching In Flames on my way home. My paycheck will cover bills and gas, but that leaves no spending cash. I've tried to sell plasma four times this week, no luck. Can't temp until Monday. Really, I'm not incredibly stressed. I just tend to post when I have a shitstorm in my head. Standing outside of ZLB today, I was running finances and realized I only need to make $200 for the trip. That's $200 in the next nine days. I can do that. And I'm going to bomb the fuck out of that plasma place once they give me money. Being turned away so many times is just as motivating as it is discouraging.
I suppose next week when I'm waking up at 4:30 to go temping, getting off work, then going to fuddruckers for the evening, I'm just going to have to keep in mind why it is I'm doing this so I don't burn out and tell both places to fuck (fudd) off. Next week is going to suck pretty damn hard, but it'll be worth it. I mean, I'm sure I've dealt with worse things than working 45 hours in four days.
I suppose next week when I'm waking up at 4:30 to go temping, getting off work, then going to fuddruckers for the evening, I'm just going to have to keep in mind why it is I'm doing this so I don't burn out and tell both places to fuck (fudd) off. Next week is going to suck pretty damn hard, but it'll be worth it. I mean, I'm sure I've dealt with worse things than working 45 hours in four days.