2 posts tagged “money”
I am feeling pretty strange about something that happened today.
I got on a bus I normally don't get in order to get to my nephew's baseball game. I entered the money and before I got to a seat, some woman called to me with "hey dude" or something.... Grabbed my arm and started telling me she knew me... That we went to the same college but I couldn't remember her.... The college she mentioned -- I last attended a decade ago and not for the major she said I was in. She then told me to pay the bus driver 50 cents for her toll. I said "I don't know you". She said "I know you, pay him 50 cents." I said "but... I... don't know you. I don't remember you." she said "will you pay him the 50 cents?" and I replied hesitantly "uh, sure... but I would appreciate it if you let go of me." Instead of letting go so I could sit and get the change, she said "I need your cell phone number and email so we can catch up." I blinked and I said "I don't remember you, I don't believe I know you, no offense but if you want 50 cents, so be it but I'm not giving out my number." She insisted and said she wasn't a scam artist, wasn't out for my personal information (o rly?). I said "sorry... I'm still not giving that information out". I reacquired my arm and I sat down bewildered. I took out my wallet and looked for 50 cents and she got off the bus. It was the strangest few minutes I've had in a long time.
Was it just over 50 cents? Why was she grabbing and pulling on my arm? Was she confused? Nothing rang a bell... None of the proof she gave me fit AND she couldn't accurately draw from what little information I gave her to help me recollect anything...
Today was the first day I didn't have free change in my pants pocket... It was in my wallet. I don't take my wallet out in public, I don't expose what I got and where I keep it. Nothing added up, it didn't make sense. If it was only about money, it should have been only about money.
This bird is more filled with love than almost any other I've had. When I pet him before I went up to my room, he ripped off and put a little orange pulp on my finger. Isn't that cool? Cool and maybe a little gross at the same time?
I learned today that NIN is the perfect music for me to listen to when I work. It drowns out my popular neighbor and her meetings, it makes me do a little shimmie, and it helps me power through the queue. I also listened to The Fratellis, Costello Music, which wasn't bad but I was too involved with work to fully focus on it. They're a fun band. I also have kidneythieves and the caesars on this disc, so... quite a bit of variety going on. I also keep the volume just low enough to -hear- visitors and mumbles. I hear it's alright to listen to music while, but I don't believe in pressing my luck by cranking it.
Work was good. I've come to embrace everything. Everything I've mentioned, everything that's a possibility. I'm there to process, get paid, and do well. Being that this is temp, as far as I know, I'm contemplating what steps I should take next. I've been too wound up in planning paychecks and payments out. I can breathe easier there. I used to be so horrible with money, now... I feel the opposite. I'm not by any means fearful of spending, I do, but I don't go apeshit and I am fully aware of implications and limits. Whoa. Being poor and losing touch with materialism, learning wants vs needs, does teach you life lessons. Duh.
I took a major spill yesterday getting out of the shower. I have a few bruises .. All over my right side and I'm even a little lumpy. You know those sliding door tub showers? That inch and a half metal guide at the bottom? That thing hurts much more than you can imagine. Sitting, taking stairs, walking, and resting my right hand are reminders that when I get a house of my own... I'm getting a fucking stall shower with grippy crap all over it. I just can't wait until the subdermal hematomas rear their nasty faces. While I think they're cool looking, the lack of comfort that comes with sucks.
Night.
