somuchrain

Well my day was more or less fine until I got to work and realized how much I hate the place, and then did some quick math and realized that even working fourty hours a week, and even ignoring the variable income at my second job, I couldn't possibly pay rent and get out of debt to my landlord by the time I move out. Thus, tomorrow I am giving my two weeks and finding something better. I'm moving out in two fucking months and owe slightly less than two months rent already (not including the next two months I can't pay!). I've $7 in my bank account (and i'm only bitching about it on here because Iggy said, while we were shopping last week, "I don't want you to spend money now and then complain about it later!"). I can't get a credit report because the site is fucked, and I know I've got terrible credit to begin with (i've no idea how though, i've never had credit before in my life, but somehow i keep getting rejected for credit cards because of my supposed 'bad credit' ...

AND my fucking boss at the restaurant replaced my Friday shift with a shift tomorrow which not only means that, by working both jobs tomorrow, I'm going to be at work for upwards of 11 hours straight, but also that, since it's a fucking *Wednesday* i'm going to make absolutely fuck-all and i'm fucked out of my best day of the week, Friday, so I'll ... well fuck it ... this isn't interesting. Point being, I'm broke, and cold and lonely and all I wanna do is cuddle with Iggy and some Old Granddad to watch movies but she's still at work. So pitty to me. Go on. Do it. meh.