You know that feeling?
You know, the one were it feels like the universe is staring down at you thumbing it’s nose? That’s the one. It’s possibly the most sickening feeling I’ve ever experienced, and even though I know 90% of it is self-inflicted, I still can’t help but constantly feel like I’m gonna have a nice long nervous puke. I made $78 at work tonight. My fiance and I felt out a rough budget and that’s plenty (along with hourly pay) to get by on. Unfortunately that’s about three times as much as I make some nights and about 6 times what I made last Thursday. All I want is to be able to pay my bills and provide for us. She has enough to worry about with paying back her loans, I don’t want her to have to worry about bills since I’m lucky enough to have escaped college without any loans. But working a job where I’m making $20,000 per year isn’t going to support two of us. And as I wonder how in the fuck I’m going to get through all of this, the universe is sitting there, staring at me, taunting me, daring me to do something about it. This raspberry that the universe is giving me will only allow one thought to enter my mind. A thought that the most narcissistic television character in syndication today utters on a nightly basis. Challenge accepted universe, challenge accepted.
Just in case you were wondering…
An acceptable tip on $20 worth of drinks in a bar is not $0.50, that’s just fucking insulting.
