Judgement day has passed, and I still have my job.
Just because I still have my job, doesn’t mean I actually have any money. Being paid in British Pounds while living in the United States used to be an exciting prospect – imagine getting two dollars for every pound you’ve earned! Sadly, the exchange rate has fallen drastically since then, and I only make $1.35 for each pound I earn.
To make things worse, we’re one whole payment behind. The bank screwed up a payment, and so we’re trying to pay all of our bills with shirt buttons! Apparently though, shirt buttons are not a valid currency.
I think my wife wants to sell my body on the corner for profit. Oh boy.
I have my fingers crossed tied in knots in hope that this missing payment will miraculously fall into my bank account tomorrow. Besides the missing payment, this week’s payment was two days late! There is a distinct sinking feeling that you simply can’t forget, it comes only when your bank balance hasn’t changed when you expected otherwise. It’s a weird mix between ‘let down’ and ‘totally fudged’.
This is depressing. There is nothing I can do except stare at the ridiculously large bills on the wall, and fret over those same companies sending us more of the same.
An upside to all of this, is that I’ve managed to reduce how much cold air escapes our house. We bought some curtains too. I’m a man, and I bought curtains. Yes, I’m that bored.