11.30.2005 ||> Happy Freaking Holidays
When I opened my paycheck last week, a brilliant light flashed before my eyes and I heard an infinite number of angels doing a musical number on the head of a pin. No more commissions, and my paycheck is still over a hundred dollars more than my highest commissioned paycheck at my old job.
Then I got all my bills in, and suddenly there was a massacre on the head of that pin where the angelic singing turned into the gurgling of a bloodbath. My electric and cable bills doubled. My transport expenses doubled. And I need to get more cold-weather clothing.
Soon I will be paying for my health insurance and my 401k, which will make my paycheck smaller (but still not as small as at my old job). I can't decide whether I feel despair at having to still reign in my expenses or overwhelming relief that my pay got higher at the luckiest time.
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