One of the happy side effects of not getting paid much is that I get a nice tax return at the end of the financial year. This isn't automatic - I have to fill in a mind-numbing form - but once I've gone to all that trouble I have a healthy amount deposited right into my account. The most awesome thing about this is that the time between filling in the aforementioned mind-numbing form and the money being deposited is always longer than expected and so by the time I finally get my return I've forgotten all about it. It's a lovely surprise to suddenly find yourself richer than expected.
This year it's $700 and I allow my eyes to glaze over as I think about all the things I could buy on Whistles with that money. The glazing continues for most of the morning as I frantically trawl online boutiques, adding to cart in a frenzy, ignoring my workload (you know, that thing I actually get paid to do). However, this can't go on forever. Sooner or later I have to acknowledge the sad truth. That I made a promise. To Strummer, to myself, and to the online community known as the webterints. I don't like to break my promise.
It is with a heavy heart that I transfer the whole damn thing onto the debt. I feel sick and sad. I was rich for a moment - just a moment - and it was glorious. I imagined myself walking the streets dressed like a classy lady, eating at nice restaurants and maybe even trading in my car for a nicer model (one without major rotor issues). But it could not last. The smug feeling I had after putting my bonus on the debt is not there this time: I just feel fed up and annoyed. It's an inevitable mid-debt slump I suppose. It's now down to $8 500, which is about four thousand less than it was even three weeks ago. But it's still too much to feel like the end is in sight. I feel like I'm just throwing money at it, and that it's just gobbling up my cash. I suppose that is the point of the debt in the first place. Meh.
This year it's $700 and I allow my eyes to glaze over as I think about all the things I could buy on Whistles with that money. The glazing continues for most of the morning as I frantically trawl online boutiques, adding to cart in a frenzy, ignoring my workload (you know, that thing I actually get paid to do). However, this can't go on forever. Sooner or later I have to acknowledge the sad truth. That I made a promise. To Strummer, to myself, and to the online community known as the webterints. I don't like to break my promise.
It is with a heavy heart that I transfer the whole damn thing onto the debt. I feel sick and sad. I was rich for a moment - just a moment - and it was glorious. I imagined myself walking the streets dressed like a classy lady, eating at nice restaurants and maybe even trading in my car for a nicer model (one without major rotor issues). But it could not last. The smug feeling I had after putting my bonus on the debt is not there this time: I just feel fed up and annoyed. It's an inevitable mid-debt slump I suppose. It's now down to $8 500, which is about four thousand less than it was even three weeks ago. But it's still too much to feel like the end is in sight. I feel like I'm just throwing money at it, and that it's just gobbling up my cash. I suppose that is the point of the debt in the first place. Meh.
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