Squeak, squeak.
Husband is in California this week, which means two things:
1. I miss him; and
2. I keep crazy hours.
This happens every time he goes away. My insomnia is extra outrageous. I’m not even bothering to fight it this time. In fact, I decided to use it to my advantage. Since I knew I’d never fall asleep at a normal time tonight, I slept in this morning, fooled around for most of the day, and then cracked down to work this evening. Maybe it is not a great idea to work on complicated Excel formulas at 11 pm, but I fucked the worksheet up pretty badly on Friday afternoon (I was tired from an irritating meeting and not paying enough attention, thus did not notice when I sorted the data that it only sorted one column and not the whole damn thing), so why not try it in the middle of the night? I won’t mention that I was also on the phone with my sister as I did some data entry or with Steph at the end when I was formatting shit….
On a related note, is it even possible to while away a day and not spend money? I managed to spend:
- $35 on alterations on a suit jacket that I bought back in January
- $2 on a subway ride to meet someone for Haven business
- $6 for lunch during the Haven meeting
- $2.11 for a book for my bookclub (after I returned another book)
- $35 for alterations on the stunning punjabi that I bought in India
- $1.50 for kulfi, which is a nutty ice cream
Just as I was feeling guilty about the fact that Husband was off working while I gallivanted about and spent all his hard earned money, I made an important discovery. For no real reason, I grabbed a copy of Metro New York to see if they decided to run an article I wrote about Israel and submitted back in February. I opened right to the op-ed page, and noticed a picture of an extremely butch-looking dyke in a black long sleeve shirt, pink corduroy pants, and pink boots. Yeah, it was me. I was quite pleased that they ran the article. (As soon as it is online, I’ll put up a link in case you are dying to know how Americans and Israelis are alike when it comes to “illegal occupation.”) I earned some money and had a new article published, so I felt better about the whole spend-a-thon I engaged in earlier, and thus decided to ask a friend to dinner and drop another $16. (And of course I have my little consulting gig, so it’s not like I’m not working at all, but that’s another story.) Thrifty I am not.
Next: catching up on a month’s worth of recorded CSI:Miami episodes. Good times!
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Congrats on your article!
ReplyDeleteIt is amazing how easy it is to spend money. $6 for lunch sounds really reasonable/normal to me, and $1.50 for ice cream is a steal. For some reason, everyplace around here--Somerville/Cambridge, MA-- that sells cones or dishes charges at least $3 for a small.
I'm gonna be in the same boat next week. After our DC Trip, Craig turns right around and heads for CA. He doesn't start his job til after he comes back (duh) so the money I do spend will at least be my own.
ReplyDeleteMore importantly, I will have to spend money to amuse myself while he is gone.
Ummm...if that's "spending" money, I would soooo hate to see what you call what I do.
ReplyDeleteIt is really hard to not spend money. Congratulations on your article!
ReplyDeleteHey, if you didn't buy a new car, you're in good shape. Post the link to your article please. Then I can say I sort of know a published writer.
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