Working Your Ass Off Has Its Advantages
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vegas lucky
Now Playing: Weezer - Island In The Sun
I don't really know what's up, I'm mentally and physically exhausted - I just worked twenty six hours over the past 36 hours. Not fun.
But, it was worth it to make the money that I made. Straight pay for 21 hours, and five after that was overtime. Unfortunately some of that was bartenders pay - but whatever, 'cause I made 250 bucks in five hours. That works out to 50 bucks an hour, plus the straight pay which was time and a half, anyways. Hell, I'll take it.
It definitely helped. Elise and I had to make 350 bucks this weekend in order to keep up with rent and our bills. And that definitely happened. In one day. Plus I got my shitty paycheck from the week that I was sick for two days, and the car was broke down for two days. So it was only a ten hour paycheck. Yuck. So just I pulled in 350 this weekend. She's pulled in about 150 so far, plus her shitty waitress check, which is about 40. And she is at work right now. So, we're ok. We made in one weekend what we needed to make over the next two. Plus I have this check from this past week which will cover what we needed to make next weekend, and she put in enough hours at Faro's to help us out big time, plus pull in a hundred dollar check next weekend, plus she'll work next weekend. So we'll end up pulling in double what we needed over these two weekends. Thank goodness. I was worried when I was out for four days last week.
And I've got plenty to do over this week at work. And Elise is going to come in and work at Faro's before she goes to work. So that will add to the next week's check.
Well, we got our driveway sealed yesterday, the neighbor does all of that stuff for work, and could use the extra money, so he bought the stuff and made seventy bucks and saved us a good hundred. That worked quite well all around. Now the landlord can't give us a hard time because of Colleen's car, which leaked shitloads of oil all over the driveway while she was here. Even though all of the neighbors have huge oil stains in their driveways. Whatever. The asshole just has it out for me 'cause I'm young. Which is fine, 'cause I wrote his boss (the owner) a letter and told him that they were freaking out over nothing. And we haven't had any trouble from him since. Our yard is much cleaner than everyone else's, and our lawn looks better (although I do have to fertilize it next summer first thing...) than anyone else's, yet we get the flack all of the time. Part of it was when my sister was here, everyone hated her. So I think that was it, the neighbors probably complained because my sister was a psycho, and ever since she has left we haven't had a problem.
Well, Elise and I went out and bought 147 dollars worth of cleaning supplies and cat stuff today. Lots of kitty litter, dry food, wet food, cat nip, cat nip toys, collar, flea collar. We bought enough cleaning supplies and back up to last us until the new millenium. New shower curtain, rod (which desperately needed to go - the rod that we had was all chipped and rusty.) and hangers, 'cause they were metal and made the curtains that we were buying all rusty.
Now all that I have to do is get the lawn mowed (So Jon needs to get his truck fixed so that he can get here and do that :).) It's a good thing that we have good friends. I don't know what I'd do without them. And I have to weed the garden (aka the jungle). Haha. I'll get around to that one of these days.
I'm just going to rip it all out and make it a lawn. haha. Maybe one of these days I'll find the time to figure my life out. I have to clean the shed out, and then clean the house out of all of the junk that we have but don't want to throw out. And throw out all the stuff that we have and haven't had a chance to throw out. Yea. And I might add that I love the fact that I have to pay money for the trash bags. Damn town of Somersworth.
I dunno the next real project for this place is going to be a huge project. Next summer I'm putting all new sheetrocking in the whole house. I'm fixing the ceiling - taking out the screws with the stupid flower things out, reinstalling screws the right way, taking out the strips in between the sheetrock, sanding down the ceiling, filling in the cracks that the strips cover, taking off the molding. Then I'm ripping out the existing sheetrock on the walls, which is too fucked up to fix, and you can't get rid of the ugly wallpaper that is sealed on it anyways, so it pretty much is unfixable... then putting up new sheetrock that is the normal sized thickness. Then I can paint it and do whatever that I want. And if something happens, and a hole happens, then I can fix it instead of it looking like shit like it does now with holes in it. And holes are less likely when it's more than a quarter inch thick. (Actually, I think that it may be closer to a half inch, but it's still not five-eighths like most houses have. Damned trailers and being cheaply made.) And it won't have this ugly wallpaper, and no stupid broken strips going down the side covering the seams between the sheetrock...
That'll be a project for next summer, and I'll do the shed at the same time, rent a small dumpster, put it in the driveway, and fill it with sheetrock and all of the shit that I don't want to deal with throwing out. Get rid of these ugly old couches if no one takes them off the side of the road. Maybe by then I'll have bought a new bed, too.
Ah. Well, spent maybe the past three hours reorganizing kitchen space and fixing the damned drawers. Then I played with Punk Bitch for a while, chasing him around the house. Talk about large amounts of motivation. Well, I'm going to go finish that up now since Elise is almost out of work.
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