Maybe If We Don't Talk About It, It Will Go Away
I've just spent the better part of the night going through my finances with my sister and it's just making me feel very depressed.
According to her, I'm not getting enough money to pay for my most basic living necessities. This means that I will have to get a job... a real job... one that probably does not involve any artistic pursuits whatsoever, will stiffle my creativity to the point of non-existence, and basically just make me want to hate life in general.
You think I'm being overdramatic? I'm not. I've had jobs like those. And it took every ounce of courage I had to abandon those safety nets to do what I really want to do with my life.
And now that I was actually at a point of peace and happiness with my life, reality slaps me in the face in the form of an excel spreadsheet.
On the one side: Student Loan Payments, Credit Card Bills, Rent, Phone, Food... it's all there in big scary numbers. On the other side there's my revenue. One side is definately bigger than the other. Three guesses as to which one it is. And the first two don't count.
No wonder people don't like to talk about money. IF you ignore it, you can have that false sense of security that everything is ok.
Well you know what? EVERYTHING IS NOT OK!
That's it.
I quit.
You hear me world? You've won!
I'm going back to work.
It's just not going to be the kind of work I actually want to do.
According to her, I'm not getting enough money to pay for my most basic living necessities. This means that I will have to get a job... a real job... one that probably does not involve any artistic pursuits whatsoever, will stiffle my creativity to the point of non-existence, and basically just make me want to hate life in general.
You think I'm being overdramatic? I'm not. I've had jobs like those. And it took every ounce of courage I had to abandon those safety nets to do what I really want to do with my life.
And now that I was actually at a point of peace and happiness with my life, reality slaps me in the face in the form of an excel spreadsheet.
On the one side: Student Loan Payments, Credit Card Bills, Rent, Phone, Food... it's all there in big scary numbers. On the other side there's my revenue. One side is definately bigger than the other. Three guesses as to which one it is. And the first two don't count.
No wonder people don't like to talk about money. IF you ignore it, you can have that false sense of security that everything is ok.
Well you know what? EVERYTHING IS NOT OK!
That's it.
I quit.
You hear me world? You've won!
I'm going back to work.
It's just not going to be the kind of work I actually want to do.
Labels: The Day Job
posted by Nancy Kenny at
11:10 PM
1 Comments:
Yo nanners, chill out, you'll be fine. You're a sexy bilingual gal; you should be able to find something that will still leave you time to pursue your artistic endeavors. If I could spend everyday sitting in my gitch like I am right now--wow-- life would be wonderful. But nooooo, the man wants me to wear pants. And I do. I just take them off as soon as I get home. So remember, just take off your pants whenever you can.
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