Well now that I have all this free time, it’s only fair and appropriate that I would make a stop into the old blog on my way home, and say hello to everyone. For those of you who are neither one of my hundreds of friends on Facebook, nor present in my Real Life ™, the most exciting personal update bit is that I finally took the donkey by the horns and quit my terrible job, and now I am free.
Well, not free exactly. I’m hideously bound by a never-ending philosophy thesis which promises to swallow me up and digest me in its juices. The only consolation of my new schedule of 9-5 study are my two study-partners, Cliona and Karen, who are too illiterate of the internet to even read my blog. Thus I have the freedom to say whatever I wish about that pair of theology bitches.
I have also made the decision to never ever be a secretary again, and boy, does that feel good. My liberation from my daily administrative drudge has come at a price though: a cost of about €1500 a month, actually. Writing that down just now gave me an “oops!” moment. That is rather a lot of money to be giving up, for a part-time job. We were already on a low income and now it’s been almost halved. Ah well. It’s only money, and we’re sensible types. That last assertion, if examined alongside our spending habits for the last ten years, probably wouldn’t hold much water, but then it’s a non-plastic assertion. The shorthand is that even giving up my paycheque has been liberating, as I had become a slave to money. Not that I was obsessed with hoarding it for myself (I think everyone would agree that I am generous to a fault, having been known to donate body parts to the needy in times of trouble), but rather that I was constantly worried about it. Not so now. The budget is tight, and I am obedient to the budget. Miraculously the budget responds by not having money disappear unaccounted for from the account. Altogether my relationship with money has improved significantly simply by the means of the wilful act of having less of it.
May I recommend.
Lov-ing the title.
I’ve been blastin’ and laughin’ so long that even my mama thinks that my mind is gone.