I was steamed over the weekend, not a happy bunny. Not even my team in the rugby league winning could take the edge off for more than like fifteen minutes - it was obvious with ten minutes to go who would win, and I felt empty, hollow even from that time up until the whistle even. Dare I say that the Aussie Rules grand final was a more exciting spectacle? Geez, I need to get back to some rugby if AFL is rubbing off on me again.
I think I started stressing on Friday night at about 10.30 when I realised that I had maybe had one drink too many, budget wise - not alcohol wise - I am meaning, and that took me under the psychologically comforting amount of x amount of dollars until pay day, Tuesday. Actually, I was stressing about money a bit earlier than that, when it came down to shoes OR photos, not both, last Monday at the shopping mall.
Anyways, the key cause of stress this weekend just gone has been money. Because I had little of it, I did not go out or do anything on the weekend - although I love just blobbing out on the weekend, I do like to have at least the opportunity to go out, even if it is just for window shopping and lunch.
If I stay too long at home, I do get a sense of cabin fever - although I was talking up watching the footy finals to workmates etc, there is only so much I can try to do to be the stereotypical Australian male, and transfixed to three hours of West Coast Sydney is not one of them, I only really took notice in the last quarter of that match.
And of course, me being me, I like to keep bad information to myself for as long as possible, so I didn't tell the parents that I was almost flat broke until Sunday afternoon. And didn't get that extra x amount of dollars that I felt I needed until later Sunday evening - I was kind of not wanting to get into financial issues with my parents, as my brother has been lax in paying some loans of his own to them, or so I overheard.
Geez, this money thing has taken over my life since I went financially AWOL from home back in 2003. When I finally get rid of the debt I may very well be a completely different person - happier, for starters, perhaps. Hopefully.
Was pay day yesterday, so I am happy again, apart from the shit computer systems we have at work that have been up and down like a kangaroo all week. Ah well, one day to go - I have Friday off, woohoo.
Paul
I think I started stressing on Friday night at about 10.30 when I realised that I had maybe had one drink too many, budget wise - not alcohol wise - I am meaning, and that took me under the psychologically comforting amount of x amount of dollars until pay day, Tuesday. Actually, I was stressing about money a bit earlier than that, when it came down to shoes OR photos, not both, last Monday at the shopping mall.
Anyways, the key cause of stress this weekend just gone has been money. Because I had little of it, I did not go out or do anything on the weekend - although I love just blobbing out on the weekend, I do like to have at least the opportunity to go out, even if it is just for window shopping and lunch.
If I stay too long at home, I do get a sense of cabin fever - although I was talking up watching the footy finals to workmates etc, there is only so much I can try to do to be the stereotypical Australian male, and transfixed to three hours of West Coast Sydney is not one of them, I only really took notice in the last quarter of that match.
And of course, me being me, I like to keep bad information to myself for as long as possible, so I didn't tell the parents that I was almost flat broke until Sunday afternoon. And didn't get that extra x amount of dollars that I felt I needed until later Sunday evening - I was kind of not wanting to get into financial issues with my parents, as my brother has been lax in paying some loans of his own to them, or so I overheard.
Geez, this money thing has taken over my life since I went financially AWOL from home back in 2003. When I finally get rid of the debt I may very well be a completely different person - happier, for starters, perhaps. Hopefully.
Was pay day yesterday, so I am happy again, apart from the shit computer systems we have at work that have been up and down like a kangaroo all week. Ah well, one day to go - I have Friday off, woohoo.
Paul
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