Today I called in sick to work. Yes, I feel a little guilty, since I'm not actually sick. But I feel that I had good reasons. First of all, I hardly got any sleep last night. I had lots of trouble sleeping, and I ended up getting up around 4 a.m. to play on the internet. I ended up talking to Dave for a while, and got an email from Chuck with the dates he'll be on leave. Well, I was so excited about Chuck that I immediately started looking for tickets to a Cubs game and planning other things we will do together. When I finally tried to go back to bed around 5, I was too excited to sleep. So I only got a few hours of sleep total, and I knew that dealing with my first graders would not be a good idea if I was tired and grumpy.
The second reason I felt justified calling in to work is that I really need to work on finding a job for next year. That is my biggest source of anxiety right now, and I need to get it resolved. It's so hard because most of the suburbs are doing their final interviews, but most city schools are just finding out what positions they'll have open. So I don't know whether to hold out for a job in the city or take a safe job in the suburbs. Hopefully I'll get something here, cuz I really don't want to go back to the suburbs.
Since the name of this blog pertains to growing up, I have something to mention about that. I have screwed myself over financially yet again. When am I finally going to get this figured out? The crazy thing is that I haven't been spending lots of money on clothes. I figure it's pointless since I'm in the process of losing weight. But two weeks ago, I had to spend $520 on my car. Then I found out Chuck was going to be in town. Since we hadn't seen each other in a long time and I really wanted to get back together, I went all out- haircut, manicure, and completely new outfit. I should have been able to just barely afford this (meaning I wouldn't buy groceries for the week). But then I messed up and accidentally made my student loan payment twice. So then I got all these overdraft fees, and I'm so screwed! My only hope is that my landlord won't cash my rent check until the 3rd. Cuz there will be absolutely nothing in my checking account till then. And I really wanted Gavin DeGraw tickets. Hopefully they won't be sold out.
Okay, that's enough complaining, because I really have had a fabulous day. And it's just money. I can't let it be that important to me.
The second reason I felt justified calling in to work is that I really need to work on finding a job for next year. That is my biggest source of anxiety right now, and I need to get it resolved. It's so hard because most of the suburbs are doing their final interviews, but most city schools are just finding out what positions they'll have open. So I don't know whether to hold out for a job in the city or take a safe job in the suburbs. Hopefully I'll get something here, cuz I really don't want to go back to the suburbs.
Since the name of this blog pertains to growing up, I have something to mention about that. I have screwed myself over financially yet again. When am I finally going to get this figured out? The crazy thing is that I haven't been spending lots of money on clothes. I figure it's pointless since I'm in the process of losing weight. But two weeks ago, I had to spend $520 on my car. Then I found out Chuck was going to be in town. Since we hadn't seen each other in a long time and I really wanted to get back together, I went all out- haircut, manicure, and completely new outfit. I should have been able to just barely afford this (meaning I wouldn't buy groceries for the week). But then I messed up and accidentally made my student loan payment twice. So then I got all these overdraft fees, and I'm so screwed! My only hope is that my landlord won't cash my rent check until the 3rd. Cuz there will be absolutely nothing in my checking account till then. And I really wanted Gavin DeGraw tickets. Hopefully they won't be sold out.
Okay, that's enough complaining, because I really have had a fabulous day. And it's just money. I can't let it be that important to me.
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