Last week of work for the year, and I’m still broke. Looks like there’s not going to be much going on for New Year’s Eve for me. No matter. NYE usually ends up sucking and expensive anyway.
I’ve also been thinking about this whole brokeness thing. I wanted to take a $40 course through the Independent Learning Centre to upgrade my math skills, just to the point where I know what the hell the instructor is talking about when I’m trying to work. I can’t take the course, however, because I’ve got less than $3.00 in my bank account, I owe Mike $300 — down from almost $500 — James $160, and have $2,500 on my maxed-out credit card. According to my lastest pay stub, I’ve taken home over $5,000 since September. I only pay $400 a month in rent. Even taking into account how far behind I was on my bills when I started working and how much I spend in transportation costs, I should have more than $3.00 in my bank account and at least a little bit of breathing room on my card. Enough for a $40 math course at least, for fuck sakes.
Then I realized something. It’s all beer. No money in the bank and $3,000 in the hole, and every cent of the debt is booze. My credit card statement is all bar tabs, so is what I owe my friends.
This isn’t fun anymore. It’s stupid.
So I’ve made a decision: I’m not drinking any more booze until I’ve paid for the stuff I’ve already drank. I’m not buying any, I’m not accepting any from people on a “get you back later” basis, none of that shit. If I end up at a sponsored event with a beer company giving it away, then watch the fuck out, but otherwise I’m going to be on the stupid wagon for a couple of months. They say alcohol is a problem when it interferes with your life, and I’d say not having enough money to do laundry or put food in the fridge is some damn interferance.
This is out of control, and it sucks. Time to find some other ways to have “fun.”