As if there's nothing more important to argue about, now there's a smackdown going on over the NYC marathon being run during a time when resources should probably, in all honesty, be going to help the people who still have no food or power and are stuck on the second floor somewhere waiting for a hero in a motorboat. The mayor of NYC is looking at the money that will be made and or generated from having all those out of towners using the upscale facilities for food and lodging. Never mind how much of the vital public service sector will be on duty to escort that group rather than pick people up and take 'em to the hospital or for a hot meal. The show that is New York City must go on. Fortunately, I don't have a dog in that fight. All of mine are right here on the lane enjoying their cushy lives.
As most of ya'll know I'm way beyond being over my head and have bill collectors coming from ever which'a'way so I'm about ready to get on a budget and try to get this shit straight. That will require some sacrifice on my part which I don't look forward to. My plan includes face to face meetings with all of the unsecured holders of debt to discuss my current state of affairs and work out payment arrangements that won't keep me from eating except at work where I can scan my badge. Word to the wise: a piece of fried bologna is cheaper than bacon or sausage. Boiled eggs fill up you. So does cheese.
Daddy called today with an alert that mom didn't have any pills for tonight but really she did. He just wanted me to get 'er done so that he could cross it off his eternal schedule and lock up. We're taking Mom shopping tomorrow for something new for her girl trip..jammies and whatnot. We got three bags of candy last week but will probably have to get some more because the old man likes his chocolate. I wish i could be a fly on the wall there in the lodge at Pickwick.
Believe it or not, I'm actually asking for hours at work which is kinda not my character but a necessity. No OT, by any means...just a full check. Most of my co-workers have big fat retirement accounts and husbands with the same so I'm pretty much just paying out the ass to work there and live here. My body won't hold out much longer. I realized long ago how corporate will throw you under the bus meaning that the more you do the more they expect. I was looking at somebody's employment stats today and marveling at how much one can make being a software developer or nurse. Reckon I should have taken a different life path.
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Hang in there, Poopie. I'm still working at the ripe old age of 72, and I expect to be working when I die. I just hope that happens later rather than sooner, and that the Good Lord allows me to remain in good health so I can work. I DO like to eat.
ReplyDeleteI hope you can work something out that allow you to keep body and soul together.
Sweet Kenju's reply was perfect. I have nothing to add except that I want you to know I read this and am keeping you in my thoughts and prayers.
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Well, I'm still here reading the updates too. I am still doing the hard manual labour though now in a company van with a company gas card. And I expect like Kenju, I'll still be doing this at 75.
ReplyDeleteHugs and prayers and I hope it all works out with the creditors.