So, it's five 'til seven, and I really should be getting out of this coffee shop, getting something to eat (even though I'm not really hungry) and heading to swing dance practice. But I don't want to. I just want to sit here, with the sun streaming in through the old window panes, listen to the murmur of the random conversations surrounding me, and just be. Be lazy, I suppose would be more specific, but I'm not gonna get picky here.
I did my taxes last night and realized that my taxable income was below the poverty level. I also had to pay self employment taxes on the little bit of money I made from teaching and gigging swing dances. Lame. Yet somehow I still have my condo, even though it literally takes all of my money to do so. Interest rates are still good, but you can't refinance without a decent job. (Which is kinda ironic - you'd think they would like to give poor folks who are still making their payments the chance to lower that payment and increase their chances of *not* going into foreclosure or walking away, but that's not the way it works.)
I can't seem to better my situation lately, and it's really discouraging, but I guess I'd better keep trying. I've got a cover letter to write for a project engineer position at another nameless company that I found on Craigslist, but based on the last x number of cover letters I've written, this one will be another waste of time.
Oh well, I guess I'll get back to that cover letter and head to practice now. Just needed to bitch a little.
2 comments:
Oh Matteo, I'm so sorry!! I wish I had some magic words of wisdom to help you feel better... or get you a damn job, even better! *sigh* Life is such a beyotch... a post coming on that soon...
HUGS!
J
Thanks, Miss Jessi. Life can be a beyotch sometimes. I also party blame only having a cookie and a cup of coffee for dinner last night. I felt at least a little better when I had some actual food after practice.
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