It would seem that my ability to have a string of good luck is gone. Just POOF. I used to have good luck all the time, and then it dried up like a tomato that's been in your fridge for WAY too long. And here I am. Let's look at the 'bad' and see what there is, shall we?
I am divorced, in my early 30s. I quit my 'good' job about a year ago, was unemployed for six months or so, got a job at a restaurant as a hostess. I had to borrow money to go along with the tax refund money I lived off of in order to pay my bills, but I squeaked by with enough to still have some enjoyment. I owe a couple of friends a pile of money, I still owe my lawyer from my divorce. My pickup truck would cost me $3k to get fixed, and the dealership is offering me less than $500 for it to sell. I have parking tickets that I need to fight with the city of Baltimore about (especially since the meter-maid person LIED on the tickets). I took my dog to the vet this morning for a limp, and to the tune of roughly $1k found out that she has a torn ligament and will need surgery. I've slept maybe eight hours in the last 48 hours, my dogs ate a book in my living room last night, my dishes haven't been done in probably a month, there's a giant hole in my comforter on my bed (also courtesy of the dogs), my washing machine only kind of works, my feet are cold, and it raining on my day off but going to be warm and sunny tomorrow when I have to work the entire day.
There? You see? It's not world-ending stuff, but golly gee willickers, can a bitch catch a break?
That said, while at the grocery store buying Doritos, Coke, and a salad to drown my sorrows in, I started smiling and making jokes with people. You know why?
Because I'm not a hostess anymore, but a server. A good one, who makes really good money on the job. I have A job, which is a Good Thing. I've met some extraordinary people at work, both coworkers and people from Bmore. I met the Guy there, and I'm glad to have him around. I have two dogs who love me, even if one of them is about to drain me of the little bit of fun money I was starting to acrue. While she's resting at the vet's office, the other dog alternates between snuggling up behind me on the couch, or finding her own place at the end of the couch and napping. I have this house, and unlike many folks, I've managed to come up with the money to pay for it for the last year. Along with the fancy car I drive, which I adore. I just bought (with real extra money) a new guitar that I've been saving for since roughly January. Paying for the dog came out of money on my kitchen table and the money I will get from the truck once I track down the title and get back to the dealership this afternoon. The service guy cut me a deal and nixed my diagnostic fee so that I can take home a little more money, and it can go straight to the dog. I've already made enough this month to pay my bills, so I've got the next week or so to make more for the dog's surgery. Yes, I'm tired, but I can sleep all day Thursday and Friday if I want. I just got a Sunnydale high school tshirt (yay Buffy!), I've got a ton of books to read, I've got my health (even if the dog doesn't), and I had Coke, Doritos, and a salad for lunch.
I'd like to think that I'm going about all this as positively as I can.
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