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I’m Worth Less Than Minimum Wage
So I should shut up and feel blessed with what I have. But I refuse.
I’m dismal thinking about money, again. If it were any other topic, I’d do my best to push it out of my head, stop myself from dwelling on negatives and hypotheticals before I spiral out of control. Except that its money, and I have bills to pay, and student loans to ignore, and a bi-weekly salary that never seems to cover it all.
Apparently, paying next paycheck’s bill with this week’s paycheck to get ahead is like calculus to me. I can look at the concept and see that there’s a fairly simple process. For some reason, though, it jams up my brain. I can never quite master it. And even if I did, there’s barely enough money to cover expenses.
Let alone saving. I don’t want to hear another word about savings or retirement. I’d love to save the $25 I have left over from paying all my bills, but I have to somehow make that cover groceries for two weeks.
I’m tired of feeling trapped in a sad excuse for a career, just because I was conned into taking out loans for it. I, personally, think I was taken advantage of. I was barely 18 — not even, when their recruiters started pursuing me — and of course I didn’t know any better. So many possibilities were suggested — best-selling cookbooks, TV shows, teaching opportunities. I never aspired to be the next…
