I was already having pangs of under appreciated woe at my job. It was just one of those weeks where I came home with blisters on my feet and other people's pain on my heart and I didn't have a checking account that would justify retail therapy as we were still recovering from Christmas and prior to my new found interest in my health and fitness
(more on that later) I had decided to eat my feelings across the Tri-State area and rack up some rather hefty debit charges at Dunkin's, McDonalds, Starbucks....oh my!
Then my paycheck came. I felt like I had worked
extra hard,
extra long hours and of course didn't have any deductions for Holidays off this go round. But as I opened my check it was hard not to ask if I was being 'punked'. My paycheck was some sort of cruel joke, right?
where is the rest of it????
Then I remembered.....fucking fiscal cliff.
Yup.That's exactly how I felt.
Get it together, America. I want to buy Almond milk without feeling guilty and take myself on vacation before I die. dicks.
bisous,
JKD
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