I'm having a..
LOUSY weekend!

I thought we had all the money worries behind us. I thought we were headed into smooth waters.

What the hell was I thinking?!?

Actually, I hope I am overreacting. I'm 99 percent sure I am. However, in the past, it's always been that 1 percent that reared his ugly head and bit me in the you-know-where.

*sigh* Yeah, I know, I'm being cryptic. I've been told I am good at it. Too good.

Anyway.

Lou quit his job. In and of itself, that is really not a big deal, since I make enough to pay the bills. Can't pay much more past that, but we can keep a roof over our heads, food on the table and the utilities, phone, Internet and cable on. And he's suprised me this time: he actually started seeking out new jobs on his own and has already landed several interviews...two of which look perfect for him and pay very well. So, the future looks promising.

Okay, for the record I didn't mean to hedge this time. I was just filling in some info...now..here's the reason for the crummy weekend and my obsession with that one percent.

Neither of our paychecks (Lou's last one and my regular one) arrived on time. We've already given the rent check to our property manager because it was due on the ninth, and paying late will find you out on your ass. Not that bouncing a check for your rent is any better...and that wasn't our intent. The checks were supposed to be here on the ninth, which meant we would deposit them that same day and things would be fine. But now it's the 11th, the checks didn't come yesterday, we are down to two cans of tuna, a loaf of bread, one bottle of Coke and a gallon of milk, and I have less than a quarter of a tank of gas in the car. If those checks don't come in tomorrow, we are screwed.

But I can't let myself think that way. We've been through too much to have everything go down the drain now. I'm trying to stay positive...

Which is hard to do when you live with the biggest pessimist on the planet. I literally had to stop him from packing our stuff yesterday, cuz he was convinced they were going to knock on the door and evict us at any minute. The man has no survival instincts at ALL. He panics...and starts lashing out, usually at me. I go into full-dress survival mode, and that's where I have been all weekend...when I wasn't wanting to kill him. Somehow, the fact the checks are late is MY fault. Guess the secret is out: I told the postal service to withhold delivering our paychecks because my life wasn't nearly exciting enough. One ulcer just wasn't enough for me...I need at least two. I mean, I've got insurance...I can afford a stroke! Hell, I'm paying for family coverage...strokes for EVERYONE!

Oh, did I mention that along with full-dress survival mode I also become melo-dramatic? I'm great at melo-drama...perhaps I should become a writer! LOL

Anyway, now all we can do is wait til tomorrow afternoon and hope the checks are there. If they aren't...well...

I'll keep you posted...and any good vibes...juju...eh, you know the drill by now.

Thanks for reading.
- posted by Kim @ 4:36 PM