F*ck Capitalism

Another chapter in the “Being Poor Sucks” anthology. Using mint.com, I figured out that part of my problem is that I only accounted for monthly expenses in my budget. Less frequent expenses, like haircuts, oil changes, and renewing my car registration, mean I would need to make at least another $100 a month. Which explains […]

Cause and Effect

I work for an independent bookstore. So, while I’m keeping my Amazon wishlist as a helpful archive of information, needless to say, my book purchases from them have stopped. As I get older, I think more and more about the saying that you vote with your dollars. I don’t have a lot of them to […]

Another Crossroads

As a part of my freelance writing gig, I sometimes like to do performance reviews.  I went to see a show tonight, but I wish I would have done something else instead. It was 2 one-act plays based on short stories from Chekhov. I was most interested in the second half, an adaptation of “The […]

Getting By

It’s bizarre to me that buying myself $10 of cheap vegetables can feel decadent. Maybe I’ve never been quite this poor before. In college there was student loan money every semester and free pizza at club meetings or free food left in the Fine Arts office. In graduate school I didn’t have to drive my […]

Quarter-Century Crisis

Lately I’ve been struggling with time management. With the bookstore gearing up for conferences and events this fall, I’m having to figure out if I can cut back hours on my other main part-time job. My attention is too divided. It turns out I can’t work three jobs and really be good at any of […]

Well, This is Awkward

There was this moment of communication with my boss today that I don’t know how to process. There’s this breast cancer awareness bicycle ride in September. She created a team for the bookstore, and since I’m learning to ride, I joined the team and pledged the least amount of miles. Everyone who signs up also […]

It’s Been a Rough Week

I’m pretty good at psychoanalyzing myself. It takes a few days, but eventually I can figure out what’s up with me when things go south. Usually not before I break down sobbing once or a few times, but you know, I get there. Re-acclimating myself to Reality Camp after Burning Flipside this year was HARD. […]